"People send you a picture of themselves, they take them alone in their house with their cellphone camera, have you seen this shot? Just them alone in the bathroom in the mirror. First of all, you don’t have any friends or family of any kind? You can’t run into the street and stop a passerby? Are you that repulsive no one will take your picture?"

Aisha Tyler on selfies ( 2008). 

goth-girl-probs:

THIS STRUGGLE

Sarah Glidden, How to Understand Israel in 60 Days or Less


Bill Skarsgård by Sara Mac Key
roaring-softly:

Lots of new pillows available in my Society6 shop!!  
As always, if there is a piece of my art you’d like that isn’t already available in a certain format, let me know, and I will do my best to fix that for you. :)
roaring-softly:

Lots of new pillows available in my Society6 shop!!  
As always, if there is a piece of my art you’d like that isn’t already available in a certain format, let me know, and I will do my best to fix that for you. :)
roaring-softly:

Lots of new pillows available in my Society6 shop!!  
As always, if there is a piece of my art you’d like that isn’t already available in a certain format, let me know, and I will do my best to fix that for you. :)
roaring-softly:

Lots of new pillows available in my Society6 shop!!  
As always, if there is a piece of my art you’d like that isn’t already available in a certain format, let me know, and I will do my best to fix that for you. :)

roaring-softly:

Lots of new pillows available in my Society6 shop!!  

As always, if there is a piece of my art you’d like that isn’t already available in a certain format, let me know, and I will do my best to fix that for you. :)

fuckyeahbroadcity:

Started from the bottom now we here.
fuckyeahbroadcity:

Started from the bottom now we here.
fuckyeahbroadcity:

Started from the bottom now we here.
fuckyeahbroadcity:

Started from the bottom now we here.

fuckyeahbroadcity:

Started from the bottom now we here.

I saw your blog post. It’s really fantastic. (That was sarcastic). Cause you write like a spastic.

“…by the time I was a teenager, the only time we ever went to temple was for Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. Once, when I was old enough to ponder these things and young enough to think there might be credible answers, I whispered to Dad during Rosh Hashanah services, “Do you believe in God?” “Not really,” he said. “No.” “Then why do we come here?” He sucked thoughtfully on his Tums tablet and put his arm around me, draping me under his musty woolen prayer shawl, and then shrugged. “I’ve been wrong before,” he said. And that pretty much summed up what theology there was to find in the Foxman home.”
— This Is Where I Leave You, Jonathan Tropper