FUCK TEHY’RE GOING THROUGH MY BLOG AND I CANT STOP THEM AND TEHY’ER AMKING FUN OF ME AHDJSFKHASDFLKASDHFLAK

FUCK TEHY’RE GOING THROUGH MY BLOG AND I CANT STOP THEM AND TEHY’ER AMKING FUN OF ME AHDJSFKHASDFLKASDHFLAK

Marceline is my spirit animal
ok so I noticed that in every single one except for the two that she talks to PB in ( go with me, and what was missing.) she is slouching. She seems to change her posture when ever she is around, or talks to PB. IS IT CANNON YET?
Well normally shes floating, the slouch ones are just of her whens shes floating if you look at how shes holding her feet in them! Weird coincidence that the two of episodes where she talked to PB are of her standing, since she floats…every episode shes in really!
(Source: aliensmiling)
Nothing annoys me more than art that says nothing, teaches nothing, showcases nothing, and on top of it all, has no emotion.
Drawing the words “Art Just Is.” Isn’t art. It’s not even expressing yourself. I don’t understand how modern artists can get away with this trite.
Wait, I think I do.
Art just is. Hmm. Art just is? Well, that’s still not art. I think pieces like this have arrived today due to our constant pampering, making sure nobody’s feelings dare to ever get hurt. “Oh my, anything can be art! Oh boo! It doesn’t matter that it’s three words with no meaning, emotion, or thought put into it!” Not to mention we nurture those who really aren’t artists into thinking they’re better than they are. For instance, people see something as “Art just is.” and a congregation of college students humm in unison -
“Wow, that’s so deep.”It’s not deep. If it were deep it would make people actually think. In fact, it’s shallow as all hell, and if people just took the time to get wet and stick their head into the water, they would realize that the depth does stop before their hairline does.
It says nothing and teaches nothing. Space just is. Time just is. Gravity just is. Art is not, just is. Art is the accumulation of thoughts, experience, and emotions of a human being laid to whichever format they may care to express themselves in. Art can be the result of a bad mood, or the results of a lifetime of pain, joy, or anything in-between.
Art just is? Fuck yourself, this is the reason why nobody knows what art is anymore.
So I decided to report that blog, youdontneedfeminism.tumblr.com, as harassment towards whoneedsfeminism…
Please, do click through and “read more” on this.
I’m proud of you, Tumblr Staff

that you wanted to just private reply back ;_;
I could bother you on steam, but I'm not on my computer!
Oh, well then! I liked it enough that I even reblogged it ?: maybe you’ll get a hit or two!
Travel to the realm of dark and rest your eyes ‘pon wounded lark,
Hiding, crying and abiding he rests ‘pon fettered wings.
Resting in the golden fallows, pain drains out, for now he’s hollow
And though he feels he’s cursed to wallow, he sees what goodness brings.
Tearing from the epicenter, cursed to be his own tormentor
Never set or made to vent, he fights nature to sing.
Inevitably the black storms in. Worriedly, he breathes black out.
Always worry - fighting doubt.
Never made for war himself, he stares up at the sun.
The rays of light cleanse toxic hide, he blocks his view, the darkness lies.
And soon he wonders why he cries and moves those fettered wings.
The numb does leave; Gaia cries out, and soon the pain
replaces doubt, and though the shock does sting like clout, he’s glad to be alive.
“I have a choice! Don’t want to cry! Don’t want to sit and ever-lie! I’ll be as good as I can be! And in the end, t’was meant to be.”His wings stretch out with revelation, pushing off a great frustration.
Never lie. Nevermore. His wings stretch out and now he soars.
weird question but uhh, would one of you happen to know where one could obtain a Misha wig, or something that would be easy to style to look like her hair atleast? :3c