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A melodramatic cartooning major living in Manhattan.
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Sunday October 19th at 6:37PM
Currently listening to Atom Heart Mother 
I’ve done a lot of reflecting today. Smoking a cigarette on my friends fire escape I felt that I’ve mocked myself by going to school, at one time I believed in myself enough to think I didn’t have to. Learning so much from it’s experience and classes itself I feel that I’ve lost the sense of mystery that comes with living in total chaos in a small town, creating things for yourself and submitting them via internet. I’ve gained a sense of self and esteem in my senses for art and music that I’ve acquired over the past year of living in New York whether I thank school or drugs, I’m not sure. 

I went to MoMa and I stood in a room, feeling overwhelmed as I would by hearing a song pounding in a bathroom filled with smoke. Almost mocking the art I always have had a tendency to skim the superficial aspect of art for the sake of pointing and saying ’ wow’ in a parallel to what I had seen other people do but without knowing or wondering what everyone else had received by taking a flash photo of this room or by scratching their chin and pondering- I was able to take a deep breath and validate my senses and leave with that for myself and for it to only make sense to myself. 

Sunday October 19th at 6:37PM

Currently listening to Atom Heart Mother 

I’ve done a lot of reflecting today. Smoking a cigarette on my friends fire escape I felt that I’ve mocked myself by going to school, at one time I believed in myself enough to think I didn’t have to. Learning so much from it’s experience and classes itself I feel that I’ve lost the sense of mystery that comes with living in total chaos in a small town, creating things for yourself and submitting them via internet. I’ve gained a sense of self and esteem in my senses for art and music that I’ve acquired over the past year of living in New York whether I thank school or drugs, I’m not sure. 

I went to MoMa and I stood in a room, feeling overwhelmed as I would by hearing a song pounding in a bathroom filled with smoke. Almost mocking the art I always have had a tendency to skim the superficial aspect of art for the sake of pointing and saying ’ wow’ in a parallel to what I had seen other people do but without knowing or wondering what everyone else had received by taking a flash photo of this room or by scratching their chin and pondering- I was able to take a deep breath and validate my senses and leave with that for myself and for it to only make sense to myself. 

#i haven't spewed some garbage to you guys in a while 
antediluviancurrent:

Karen Kelly née Liguori, Priestess of the Nu-Isis Temple.

antediluviancurrent:

Karen Kelly née Liguori, Priestess of the Nu-Isis Temple.

(Source: circulotifoniano.blogspot.com.br, via goddessoftheblackcoast)

kademcclements:

I haven’t gotten a photo of myself in a while, the auto timer did alright on this one.

kademcclements:

I haven’t gotten a photo of myself in a while, the auto timer did alright on this one.

ace1965:

The Grateful Dead, 1967.

ace1965:

The Grateful Dead, 1967.

I haven’t gotten a photo of myself in a while, the auto timer did alright on this one.

I haven’t gotten a photo of myself in a while, the auto timer did alright on this one.

#iphotography  #vampirefreaks  #Spahn ranch  #retro  #vibes  #guys who aren't looking  #guys in the hallway  #guy in front of the door  #come on  #hot 

45andsingle:

Artist: The Rolling Stones
Track: Mother’s Little Helper
Album: Aftermath
Year: 1966
Theme: Drugs

The B side to this 45 rpm release was Lady Jane,also a drug song, about Mary Jane.

(Source: bestsongss, via the-theme-is)