since im so in love with birds and leila jeffrey’s work please enjoy this compilation of her portraits compared to famous works of art
my 4-year-old niece is in that “splattering colors all over the paper” stage of making art. i showed her a piece by Jackson Pollock and told her “this person is really famous, and he made art kind of like you!” but she just looked disinterested and told me “mine has prettier colors.” get wrecked, Jackson Pollock
drop the idea that you need some deep philosophical meaning behind your tattoo, if you got a tattoo simply because its aesthetically pleasing and for no other reason then good for you
aestheticism is the theory of art for art’s sake, and was championed by Oscar Wilde with the belief that surrounding oneself with beautiful things can directly influence the person one becomes. im taking a class on it. so basically every time u get a cool tattoo or a brooch u find in an antique store or a pretty wall print ‘just because u like it,’ Oscar Wilde is nodding approvingly
My sole mission in life is to make Oscar Wilde’s ghost approve of me
the fact that there hasn’t yet been a lesbian adaptation of pride and prejudice is peak homophobia
“As a woman I have no country. As a woman I want no country.”
—Virginia Woolf, Three Guineas
“I was made for another planet altogether.”
—Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed
“(I-woman, escapee)”
—Hélène Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa
Ate rice à la Trautmannsdorf and a peach. A man drinking wine watched my attempts to cut the unripe little peach with my knife. I couldn’t. Stricken with shame under the old man’s eyes, I let the peach go completely and ten times leafed through Die Fliegenden Blätter. I waited to see if he wouldn’t at last turn away. Finally I collected all my strength and in defiance of him bit into the completely juiceless and expensive peach.
It’s been 104 years since Kafka ate this terrible peach
