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phoebewahl:

Last night I made these drawings in my sketchbook for a zine I’m making called WARPED. 

It was fun making looser/weirder stuff than I usually do.

©Phoebe Wahl 2014

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circle-cat:

Oh yeah, THIS.

THANK YOUFOR POSTING THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

circle-cat:

Oh yeah, THIS.

THANK YOUFOR POSTING THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chris Pratt Interrupts Interview To French Braid Intern’s Hair

Cristen!!!!!

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meanplastic:

me about to do a powerpoint presentation

meanplastic:

me about to do a powerpoint presentation

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radzed:

this guy fieri cake is slowly destroying my life

radzed:

this guy fieri cake is slowly destroying my life

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mydogsnokes:

not a dwayne the rock johnson blog but look at this

mydogsnokes:

not a dwayne the rock johnson blog but look at this

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phoebe-bird:

Maud Lewis

phoebe-bird:

Maud Lewis

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oneweekoneband:

Sufjan Stevens - “Casimir Pulaski Day”

Here is Sufjan at his most literal, and maybe his most powerful. I don’t need to tell you what the story is about. I could ask about the decision to narrate in present tense, or why he repeats this detail of the shoes being untied twice, or what it means that the mother only appears in pictures and the father in person, but I’m not going to, not today. I’d rather just let most of this song sit as it is. What I want to talk about right now is the last verse.

All the glory when He took our place
But He took my shoulders and He shook my face
And He takes and He takes and He takes

Sufjan is sometimes called a Christian artist, though he does not ever refer to himself as such, and he does not make worship music. But that label, often applied as an accusation, doesn’t really account for how honestly he portrays struggles with faith. I’m not a religious person, but I still think about the last line of this song all the time. The idea is touched on earlier, at the bible study, but here it is more elemental, more striking. This is what God does, Sufjan tells us. He takes and He takes and He takes.

And then, in response, the song slides into almost two minutes of sighing and instrumentals, alternately triumphant and resigned. They dissolve into an organ chord. Nothing ever happens. I am crying in the bathroom.