Oof, Pablo(via cleomes)
Oof, Pablo(via cleomes)
Liu Maochan - a Chinese painter with a touch of French impressionism à la Monmartre. Gorgeous.
Animals in Moiré, Andrea Minini
Paula Hayes - Nocturne of the Limax Maximus (2010)
"Inspired by the leopard slug, a hermaphroditic animal with mating rituals quite unique in the natural world. Two twine around each other to form a caduceus shape, then suspend themselves in mid-air from a long mucous string. The incandescent blue male organs of each emerge from the tops of their heads and, likewise, twine around the other’s to form a glowing orb that slowly morphs into a flowerlike form.”
Jiro Yoshihara, Work (1965)
Salvador Dali drawing a penis on the forehead of a woman and signing it with Picasso’s signature
god dammit dali
The one nice aspect of my family home.
Peter O’Toole in How to Steal a Million (1966)
Picture: Steve Ward/National Pictures (via Animal photos of the week - Telegraph)
Melbourne in the 1970s (source: my dad)
Yeah, stress is a massive trigger for me and all this has done is made any coughing trigger a stress response, which exacerbates the problem. yay.
I just can’t see how they thought that was a good thing to constantly tell a child.
It makes me sad and angry and really, really confused.
No one ever told me it wasn’t normal to be held to blame for showing symptoms of illness.
No one ever mentioned that people don’t get physically intimidated and verbally abused for ‘not trying hard enough’ to stop coughing.
No one ever said that, no matter how hard you try, you cannot stop an asthma attack with sheer, terrified will.
I thought my illness and the disruption and unrest it caused was my fault - a sign of an underlying weakness or selfishness.
I always thought it was my shameful fault that I coughed and that I must constantly apologise for it and be grateful that people tolerated it.
I thought ‘tolerating it’ included screaming at me to stop making noise, backing me in to corners and shouting at me for not taking enough medication, when I’d already exceeded the highest dosages, and making snide comments about how I selfish I am to cause others to have sleepless nights.
I never thought any of that was nice, but I did assume it was normal. I thought that my cough drove people to have such horrible reactions. I thought everyone must react that way and that I was to blame. Because, after all, I wasn’t trying hard enough. My selfish laziness made them do it.
Except it didn’t. Not really. I know that now.