Lmao this has been my phone background for like 2 years
All I want to do is make art, see art, hear art, enjoy art and be art
All I want to do is make art, see art, hear art, enjoy art and be art
if I lay on the floor at MoMA am I art? trick question I’m always art
I swear to every heaven ever imagined,if I hear one more dead-eyed hipstertell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare from the grave so he can tell them every reasonwhy he wishes he were born in a time where he could have a damn Gmail account. The day after I taught my mother how to send pictures over Iphone she texted me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay inyour backwards-hoping-all-inclusive clubwhile the rest of us fall in love over Skype.Send angry letters to state representatives, as we record the years first sunrise so we can remember what beginning feels like when we are inches away from the trigger. Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castlewhile eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did. Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day. Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account, and we all would have checked it every morning while weSnap Chat our coffee orders to the people we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes. This life is spilling over with 85 year olds rewatching JFK’s assassination and 7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos. Never again do I have to be afraid of forgettingwhat my fathers voice sounds like. No longer must we sneak into our families phonebookto look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like or how grasshoppers procreate. I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulipsin public parks on my cellphone and you will continue to scoff and that is okay. But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed you are to be alive in a moment where you can google searchhow to say I love you in 164 different languages.
IF SOMEONE MAKES YOU FEEL BAD FOR THE BANDS YOU LISTEN TO OR THE WAY YOU TAKE YOUR COFFEE OR HOW YOU WEAR YOUR HAIR OR WHAT YOU WEAR OR THE WAY YOUR LAUGH SOUNDS THEN FUCKING DROP THEM LIKE THE PIECE OF SHIT THEY ARE AND GO FIND SOMEONE WHO THINKS YOUR LAUGH SOUNDS LIKE THE BEST GODDAMN SONG THEY’VE EVER HEARD AND OFFERS TO MAKE YOUR COFFEE FOR YOU AND THINKS YOU DRESS LIKE ART
Be seriously involved with growing, with your own development, and never fear. Be the kind of person who is naturally powerful, positive, ingenious, open, to the highest degree. Be the best. No negativity. No weakness. No acquiescence to fear or disaster. No errors of ignorance. No evasion to reality.
anything that stays still for too long at the MoMA becomes art. if you drop a nickel on the ground its value increases 8000% within a day. my brother fell asleep on a bench in there and now he’s a permanent exhibition. i miss him
i need to get a real job so i can stop crying over expensive lingerie and start crying in expensive lingerie
