Still Breathing

thedailywhat:

Jeff Stahler.

no lie, this is my school due to the stupid one to one Macbook program we have.

thedailywhat:

Jeff Stahler.

no lie, this is my school due to the stupid one to one Macbook program we have.

— 2 years ago with 1217 notes
nowmybutthurts:

portrait of ross by felix gonzalez-torres
As I’ve gone on and on about this guy today, it’s easy to see why he’s one of my favorite conceptual artists.
At first glance it would appear to be the perfect parody of  contemporary art. “Why, it’s only a pile of candy!” Those more inclined  to actually interrogate it as a work of art might be more charitable.  They might interpret the color, the texture. They might realize how the  haphazard nature of the candy’s piling makes it’s final form mutable.  And if they were bold enough, they might take a piece of the candy and  eat it and enjoy it, and realize that this work of art gave the viewer  some sort of tactile reaction and sense manipulation that a Monet or  Martini or Mondrian couldn’t.
Ross was Gonzalez-Torres’s lover, who died of AIDS. When Ross was first diagnosed, his doctor told him his ideal weight was  155 pounds. Every day, the candy is weighed and 155 pounds is placed  out. Here the candy IS love/happiness/sweetness/togetherness. Visitors to the museum are encouraged to enjoy a piece. It’s a  giving, generous work of art; but with a dark edge; for as the candy  gradually diminishes it symbolizes Ross’s weight loss due to AIDS. However,  each morning the candy is weighed out and replenished,so that in this artwork (unlike life) Ross may live on forever.

This is amazing!

nowmybutthurts:

portrait of ross by felix gonzalez-torres

As I’ve gone on and on about this guy today, it’s easy to see why he’s one of my favorite conceptual artists.

At first glance it would appear to be the perfect parody of contemporary art. “Why, it’s only a pile of candy!” Those more inclined to actually interrogate it as a work of art might be more charitable. They might interpret the color, the texture. They might realize how the haphazard nature of the candy’s piling makes it’s final form mutable. And if they were bold enough, they might take a piece of the candy and eat it and enjoy it, and realize that this work of art gave the viewer some sort of tactile reaction and sense manipulation that a Monet or Martini or Mondrian couldn’t.

Ross was Gonzalez-Torres’s lover, who died of AIDS. When Ross was first diagnosed, his doctor told him his ideal weight was 155 pounds. Every day, the candy is weighed and 155 pounds is placed out. Here the candy IS love/happiness/sweetness/togetherness. Visitors to the museum are encouraged to enjoy a piece. It’s a giving, generous work of art; but with a dark edge; for as the candy gradually diminishes it symbolizes Ross’s weight loss due to AIDS. However,  each morning the candy is weighed out and replenished,so that in this artwork (unlike life) Ross may live on forever.

This is amazing!

— 2 years ago with 1717 notes
how can you think that any of this was easy?

(via babycatchmeifyoucan)

…with all the friends i’ve lost along the way?

— 2 years ago with 2 notes
teachingmyselftodream:

misusedmistakes:

baileymorgan:

shakieshakeshake:

iamraaach:

michelleclutton:

(via alyssaalejandro)





Rebolg if you care. (I really loved this, until that spelling error.)

teachingmyselftodream:

misusedmistakes:

baileymorgan:

shakieshakeshake:

iamraaach:

michelleclutton:

(via alyssaalejandro)

Rebolg if you care.
(I really loved this, until that spelling error.)

— 2 years ago
babycatchmeifyoucan:

jillian-quintal:

Reblog if you see one your favorite bands. Personally, I love them all :)

 <3

babycatchmeifyoucan:

jillian-quintal:

Reblog if you see one your favorite bands. Personally, I love them all :)

 <3

— 2 years ago
so i just want to know if you know exactly how many people hate you at your school. you’re really fucking annoying, and ugly.

well maybe i would have a better idea of just how many people there were that hate me if all those people had the balls to say things such as this to my face. i’m really glad you built up the nerve to say this to me anonymously. Congratulations!

p.s. i don’t care what the brain dead, fake people of Kutztown have to say about me. Because guess what? i’ve got the satisfaction of knowing that I’m going somewhere in life, when half of those people aren’t. So thanks again for the reminder of just how great I am. (:

Ask me anything

— 2 years ago
#formspring.me