this blog is a museum of my heart
everytime I remember that lesbian couple that have a marble statue of the two of them embracing and sleeping on a bed together over where their graves will be because the artists didn’t believe they would be able to be married before they died, so what they couldn’t have in life they could have in death, I fucking breakdown
“on july 24th, 2011- the first day that same sex marriage was legal in new york state, particia cronin and deborah kass got married. that same year the marble ‘memorial to a marriage’ was replaced with a bronze version. rainwater pools in the space between their two sculpted bodies, and falling leaves catch on the metal in the autumn. the two women sleep peacefully through snow and ice, and the scorching days of summer. over time the hands of cemetery visitors will wear down the bronze, burnishing it into a smooth shine. one day this will mark the final resting place of the two women. and someday people will have to remember that there was a time, long ago, when this was a memorial to a marriage that two women never thought they’d have.”
- Caitlin Doughty, on the Death in the Afternoon podcast
people are saying everything is a love language nowadays. and they right. love is in everything u fucking geniuses
AAAAAAAAAAA (is experiencing gay little feelings)
wish i could get paid just for being a sweetheart
i would love you in every universe. if you even care
if it’s not disgusting slimy bloody grimy cannibalistic gritty rotting decaying ugly and dirty then what’s the point
Me??? Sick again???? more likely than you think
I cannot believe I only get two days off a week and I’m spending them in a stupid pit of self loathing
Working on a new ref for Ed and NEEDED to draw his hands. One of my fav parts of his design, the gross necrotic claws. Beautiful.