People are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don’t know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage. I do know that there is a release, the belated release. A justly or unjustly ruined reputation, poverty, disastrous circumstances, misfortune, they all turn you into a prisoner. You cannot always tell what keeps you confined, what immures you, what seems to bury you, and yet you can feel those elusive bars, railings, walls. Is all this illusion, imagination? I don’t think so. And then one asks: My God! will it be for long, will it be for ever, will it be for eternity?
- Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to his brother Theo, July 1880
Whoo. I summoned the courage to post my doodle for Sketch_Dailies today. Although, it’s pretty embarrassing to put it in the same tag as all those other really great pieces. Like, dang. Such ridiculous talent out there!
But anyway, I’m supposed to be challenging myself to actually post stuff, so what the hell, right?
A very bizarre bird was photographed in Venezuela recently. Meet the Potoo, which is rarely seen in daylight. - Imgur
what the fuck is that
that looks like a god damn nightmare
are you fucking kidding me it sounds like a 18 year old boy complaining to his mother because she cut off the wifi