I saw a cyborg woman design where her torso was all robot parts except for her boobs and all I could think of was that same cyborg thirty years down the line with the same tight cyborg parts but just these saggy human boobs hanging off of it.
With the Light: Raising an Autistic Boyfriend
I went on Google Images and typed in Samurai Jack andI was not disapointed
you’ve made it to the big time
learnin how to make fake anime screenshots- I MEAN THIS IS MY ANIME I’VE PARTNERED WITH MADHOURSE IT PREMIERS IN SPRING
sometimes I say “mah chauvinist pig” but it’s okay because he’s cool with it
the worst feeling about trying to draw is being a mediocre artist. You realize you’re not terrible and family and friends who have can’t draw at all tell you all the time how amazing you are, but you, as the artist, have seen what amazing really is and you realize that it isn’t you.
A mediocre artist can find success and even contentment if they pick a single thing they’re really good at and hone it to perfection
Like me and my perfect Mario drawings
me and my boyfriend and my dog and what my boyfriend says my dog is saying when we smooch
answer to the question nobody asked
The first time I read ‘The Grapes of Wrath’ I was sitting in 10th grade English class. But there is one image that stays with me. The description of crops going unharvested even as workers are eager and willing to pick the food. He writes:
The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the time, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit—and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains.
And the smell of rot fills the country.
He wrote those words more than 70 years ago, yet the conditions he describes still ring true for 50 million Americans living in food insecure households today… . Hungry families do not have enough food… [but] not because of scarcity. Every year 40% of food produced goes uneaten. That’s 20 pounds of food per person per day. And that is the twisted irony of hunger in America today. What Steinbeck called that crime that goes beyond denunciation, landfills brimming with rotting food while 15% of households don’t have enough to eat. —
Melissa Harris-Perry [x] (via mswyrr)
On one hand that sucks and working in foodservice I do feel bad about all the waste, on the other I’m tired of rich white ladies getting mad at me for throwing away expired grab-and-go pizza instead of gathering it up, refrigerating it, and after my shift driving around in the car I don’t have handing out cold greasy cardboard-food to homeless people, never mind getting fired for “stealing product”. Sometimes it’s just not feasible or affordable to get food where it needs to go before nobody wants it.