22, student at VCUarts, wannabe illustrator. ginger gal living in richmond VA.


New screen print! 

my friend kevin is so talented. love & miss this dude.


Emma Sulkowicz is on the cover of this month’s New York Magazine and that is the coolest thing wow



You’ve never seen them like this before. Mind blown!


Nicola Samori - Macchia Cieca, 2011


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Dan Sinnes


#fbf to my rapist asking me why I cut off my hair.

People still laugh at me when I tell them that I cut off my hair based on the pressures of a male-dominated society. I can see how it sounds dramatic and silly, maybe sarcastic, but when you feel like you have to resort to changing your appearance to something more androgynous so that dudes won’t follow you out of class, halfway back to your house, corner you in crowded hallways, or yell shit at you from passing cars… I assure you, nothing about it is funny.

Chopping my hair was my first tangible experiment with saying Fuck You to all the men who made me feel weak and unsafe in my city. All the men who begged me to “not cut it off!!”, as if they had a say. Maybe it doesn’t make sense to many people, maybe a temporary change of appearance doesn’t qualify to others as an actual statement, but when I could finally feel less vulnerable in public, I started to learn how to stand up for myself.

There are women like me all over the world - women who are taught to be polite, accommodating, generous at the expense of our own comfort and safety. We’re taught how to become pretty little voiceless objects.
Fuck that.



When women used to be depressed or were not “taking care of their men” properly their husbands could send them to the psych ward for attitude adjustments. This was part of conditioning them to always wear a smile. They believed that if a woman saw herself smiling that it would become natural practice and that she would be “cured”. This often went along with shock therapies.


what do you think about joan rivers death?


That it’s about time? I mean let’s be honest the woman was older than the fucking hills. Early eighties to be exact.

To her credit she stayed remarkably relevant long LONG after her time for relevancy had passed.

Remember, she got her start before they were playing Johnny Carson in fucking Black and White. As in she was a guest star on the JACK PAAR version of the Tonight Show.

You don’t even know who the fuck Jack Paar is. That’s how long she’s been in show business.

I’ve never been a big fan of Joan Rivers, and found her faux journalism to be pretty excruciating on the whole (Note: Her standup was actually pretty good), but the woman was fucking TENACIOUS and that’s a quality I can always respect.

preach. can we get off our SJW high horse for a fucking second a pretend to be humans 

like please

i never liked joan rivers but for christ sake, shut the fuck up. someone died. you don’t have to praise her, just show respect. y’all are a fuckin’ mob of single-mindedness.

When I die…I want Meryl Streep crying, in five different accents. —

Joan Rivers (1933-2014)

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Heaven just got a little funnier and the world a hell of a lot sadder.