Until recently, I have had a tremendous amount of shame about the bullying I experienced as a child.
Whenever something would happen and my mother would find out, she would yell at me and say, "Why didn’t you fight back?! What are you doing to make them treat you like that?"
So I felt like it was my fault. (x)
There is a genuine dangers of my tears shorting out the computer and turning this entirely into a Laverne Cox fanblog.
The whole INTERNET should be a Laverne Cox fanblog.
I feel the salty waves come in
I feel them crash against my skin
And I smile as I respire because I know they’ll never win
There’s a haze above my TV
That changes everything I see
And maybe if I continue watching
I’ll lose the traits that worry me
Despite its exciting origins at the hands of terrified and superstitious French cave dwellers, and despite the fact that most artists are completely wackadoo, art history is pretty boring, not to mention long. We at Dark Rye can’t do much about the length, but we’d like to help take care of the boredom. Join us on this enlightening journey through the many ages of art, minus a couple of the duller ones like Mannerism and Neoclassicism. When you’re done, maybe you’ll swap out your old college Starry Night poster for something a little less clichéd…