Killer Klowns from Outer Space
Funny how so many white people are avid conspiracy theorists until it’s over something that forces us to step out of our comfort zone and question our society in a way that benefits someone other than ourselves
VÍZEN JÁRÓ | WATER WALKER
vászon, olaj | oil on canvas
» Reflecting « I Louisa Strack, Tutor Seyyal Carnetto
Louisa’s work of the 8th semester deals with the pollution of the oceans. For her series of posters she scanned various everyday objects that appear both in the garbage and in the sea and created a series of high-contrast compositions.
Team Starkid, just existing:
Me: Wonderful, amazing, spectacular, show stopping, never before seen thing, talent, the best, can’t compete nor compare, above all, brilliant, exceeding expectations, breaking boundaries, ruining lives and stealing hearts.
Happy Pride, y’all!! Have this real quick, trashy sketch for the month of the gay xD
Go be gay. No one’s stopping you :D
“VAYAAAAA!” 💃🏻 #laveneno #iconic #queen #trash (en Ciudad Jiménez, Chihuahua, Mexico)
Hi my name is depressed dis’aster flaming trash can and I have short brown hair and I shaved an eyebrow slit because I’m impulsive. My eyes are blue like limpid tears and I am an absolute depressed disaster trash can (that’s how I got my name) and a lot of ppl say I look like a burning pile of trash (AN: if u don’t know what that is get da fuck outta here!). I’m not related to a burning trash can but I wish I was cause those are really motherfucking hot. I’m a human being who just got out of braces so my teeth are straight and I finally have a normal bight. I am as pale as all hell and covered in freckles. I’m also normal, and I go to a normal high school called /I’m not saying the name/ in California where I’m a freshman (I’m fourteen). I’m kinda emo, kinda chaotic, and kinda soft all at the same time and I only wear hoodies, one pair of adidas sweatpants, and pajamas. I don’t like shopping so I don’t really care where I get my clothes from. For example today I was sad so I’m wearing my binder, my high school hoodie, and the same adidas pants I’ve been wearing all week. It was raining, and there wasn’t much sun, which I was happy about cause I love rain. When it rains, the worms come out. No one stared at me but I thought they did because I’m an anxious wreck. I wanted to cry.
“Hey, Depressed!” Shouted a voice. I looked up. It was… Hermey The Third, the emo worm on a string!
“What’s up, Hermey?” I asked.
“Nothing.” He said shyly.
But then, I heard my anxiety calling me so I had to go away.
AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me!
Racists defending cowardly “good cops”