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Anaconda, Be Like, and Community: onion-souls: fluorescent-air-fresheners: libertarirynn: the-real-adam-taurus: its-bewitched: weatheredlaw: daredevilbf: roskii: s0mbr4-h4xx3d-m3: nyanbianry: ina-gartens-weave: wanderthewoods: “Ice Cave” by Georgia O’Keeffe and a photograph of an ice cave. yeah Georgia? that’s an ice cave ? that’s a god damn ice cave? that’s the only thing you intended to paint? that’s it? just an ice cave? all of georgia okeefes art is like this dont act surprised It Really Is. Staff seeing this: i hate to ruin everyone’s fun BUT you guys are so annoying. georgia o’keeffe very specifically stated how much she hated it when people, especially men, sexualized her art. male art critics pushed the interpretation of her artwork as sexual onto her and it upset her VERY deeply: “When people read erotic symbols into my paintings they’re really talking about their own affairs,” O’Keeffe said. Still, the sexualized misconceptions of her work devastated her. “I almost wept,” she wrote of one review in 1921. http://nymag.com/arts/art/reviews/59249/ now, because of some immature dudes in the art community, her work has been sexualized forever, and her paintings are now sexual objects. so like…making pussy jokes about her artwork isn’t just annoying, it’s disrespectful to everything she worked for, and it’s like rubbing her legacy in her face. The male gaze really be like that sometimes huh? I’m a woman and I saw a pussy. Same Those 100% look like vaginas and nothing will convince me otherwise. Another girl here. Yep, them be vaginas I think it’s less “immature males” and more immature people in general
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“Ice Cave” by Georgia O’Keeffe and a photograph of an ice cave.

yeah Georgia? that’s an ice cave ? that’s a god damn ice cave? that’s the only thing you intended to paint? that’s it? just an ice cave? 


all of georgia okeefes art is like this dont act surprised






It Really Is.


Staff seeing this: 


i hate to ruin everyone’s fun BUT you guys are so annoying. georgia o’keeffe very specifically stated how much she hated it when people, especially men, sexualized her art. male art critics pushed the interpretation of her artwork as sexual onto her and it upset her VERY deeply:
“When people read erotic symbols into my paintings they’re really talking about their own affairs,” O’Keeffe said. Still, the sexualized misconceptions of her work devastated her. “I almost wept,” she wrote of one review in 1921.
http://nymag.com/arts/art/reviews/59249/
now, because of some immature dudes in the art community, her work has been sexualized forever, and her paintings are now sexual objects. so like…making pussy jokes about her artwork isn’t just annoying, it’s disrespectful to everything she worked for, and it’s like rubbing her legacy in her face. 


The male gaze really be like that sometimes huh?


I’m a woman and I saw a pussy. 


Same


Those 100% look like vaginas and nothing will convince me otherwise.


Another girl here. Yep, them be vaginas
I think it’s less “immature males” and more immature people in general

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Family, Memes, and Happy: Should I be happy to see my family or devastated ??? 😭😭 mcdreamy greysanatomy greysloanmemorialhospital onthursdayswewatchgreysanatomy greysabc shondaland jessicacapshawlovers
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Should I be happy to see my family or devastated ??? 😭😭 mcdreamy greysanatomy greysloanmemorialhospital onthursdayswewatchgreysanatomy greys...

Beautiful, Christmas, and Crying: "Freddie didn't announce publicly that he had AIDS until the day before he died in 1991. Although he was flamboyant onstage-an electric front man on par with Bowie and Jagger-he was an intensely private man offstage. But Freddie told me he had AIDS soon after he was diagnosed in 1987.I was devastated. I'd seen what the disease had done to so many of my other friends. I knew exactly what it was going to do to Freddie. As did he. He knew death, agonizing death, was coming. But Freddie was incredibly courageous. He kept up appearances, he kept performing with Queen, and he kept being the funny, outrageous, and profoundly generous person he had always been. As Freddie deteriorated in the late 1980s and early '90s, it was almost too much to bear. It broke my heart to see this absolute light unto the world ravaged by AIDS. By the end, his body was covered with Kaposi's sarcoma lesions. He was almost blind. He was too wealk to even stand. By all rights, Freddie should have spent those final days concerned only with his own comfort. But that wasn't who he was. He truly lived for others. Freddie had passed on November 24, 1991, and weelks after the funeral, I was still grieving. On Christmas Day, I learned that Freddie had left me one final testament to his selflessness. I was moping about when a friend showed up at my door and handed me something wrapped in a pillowcase. I opened it up, and inside was a painting by one of my favorite artists, the British painter Henry Scott Tuke. And there was a note from Freddie. Years before Freddie and I had developed pet names for each other, our drag-queen alter egos. I was Sharon, and he was Melina. Freddie's note read, "Dear Sharon, thought you'd like this. Love, Melina. Happy Christmas." I was overcome, forty-four years old at the time, crying like a child. Here was this beautiful man, dying from AIDS, and in his final days, he had somehow managed to find me a lovely Christmas present. As sad as that moment was, it's often the one I think about when I remember Freddie, because it captures the character of the man. In death, he reminded me of what made him so special in life." -Sir Elton John Love is the Cure: On Life, Loss, and the End ofAIDS soundsof71: Elton John on Freddie Mercury.  (I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I mostly really enjoyed, than simply to share a beautiful story that shines light on who Freddie actually was, up to the very end.)
Beautiful, Christmas, and Crying: "Freddie didn't announce publicly that he had AIDS
 until the day before he died in 1991. Although he was
 flamboyant onstage-an electric front man on par with
 Bowie and Jagger-he was an intensely private man
 offstage. But Freddie told me he had AIDS soon after he
 was diagnosed in 1987.I was devastated. I'd seen what
 the disease had done to so many of my other friends. I
 knew exactly what it was going to do to Freddie. As did
 he. He knew death, agonizing death, was coming. But
 Freddie was incredibly courageous. He kept up
 appearances, he kept performing with Queen, and he
 kept being the funny, outrageous, and profoundly
 generous person he had always been.
 As Freddie deteriorated in the late 1980s and early
 '90s, it was almost too much to bear. It broke my heart to
 see this absolute light unto the world ravaged by AIDS.
 By the end, his body was covered with Kaposi's sarcoma
 lesions. He was almost blind. He was too wealk to even
 stand.

 By all rights, Freddie should have spent those final
 days concerned only with his own comfort. But that
 wasn't who he was. He truly lived for others. Freddie had
 passed on November 24, 1991, and weelks after the
 funeral, I was still grieving. On Christmas Day, I learned
 that Freddie had left me one final testament to his
 selflessness. I was moping about when a friend showed
 up at my door and handed me something wrapped in a
 pillowcase. I opened it up, and inside was a painting by
 one of my favorite artists, the British painter Henry Scott
 Tuke. And there was a note from Freddie. Years before
 Freddie and I had developed pet names for each other,
 our drag-queen alter egos. I was Sharon, and he was
 Melina. Freddie's note read, "Dear Sharon, thought
 you'd like this. Love, Melina. Happy Christmas."
 I was overcome, forty-four years old at the time,
 crying like a child. Here was this beautiful man, dying
 from AIDS, and in his final days, he had somehow
 managed to find me a lovely Christmas present. As sad as
 that moment was, it's often the one I think about when I
 remember Freddie, because it captures the character of
 the man. In death, he reminded me of what made him so
 special in life."
 -Sir Elton John
 Love is the Cure:
 On Life, Loss, and the End ofAIDS
soundsof71:

Elton John on Freddie Mercury. 
(I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I mostly really enjoyed, than simply to share a beautiful story that shines light on who Freddie actually was, up to the very end.)

soundsof71: Elton John on Freddie Mercury.  (I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I most...

Beautiful, Christmas, and Crying: "Freddie didn't announce publicly that he had AIDS until the day before he died in 1991. Although he was flamboyant onstage-an electric front man on par with Bowie and Jagger-he was an intensely private man offstage. But Freddie told me he had AIDS soon after he was diagnosed in 1987.I was devastated. I'd seen what the disease had done to so many of my other friends. I knew exactly what it was going to do to Freddie. As did he. He knew death, agonizing death, was coming. But Freddie was incredibly courageous. He kept up appearances, he kept performing with Queen, and he kept being the funny, outrageous, and profoundly generous person he had always been. As Freddie deteriorated in the late 1980s and early '90s, it was almost too much to bear. It broke my heart to see this absolute light unto the world ravaged by AIDS. By the end, his body was covered with Kaposi's sarcoma lesions. He was almost blind. He was too wealk to even stand. By all rights, Freddie should have spent those final days concerned only with his own comfort. But that wasn't who he was. He truly lived for others. Freddie had passed on November 24, 1991, and weelks after the funeral, I was still grieving. On Christmas Day, I learned that Freddie had left me one final testament to his selflessness. I was moping about when a friend showed up at my door and handed me something wrapped in a pillowcase. I opened it up, and inside was a painting by one of my favorite artists, the British painter Henry Scott Tuke. And there was a note from Freddie. Years before Freddie and I had developed pet names for each other, our drag-queen alter egos. I was Sharon, and he was Melina. Freddie's note read, "Dear Sharon, thought you'd like this. Love, Melina. Happy Christmas." I was overcome, forty-four years old at the time, crying like a child. Here was this beautiful man, dying from AIDS, and in his final days, he had somehow managed to find me a lovely Christmas present. As sad as that moment was, it's often the one I think about when I remember Freddie, because it captures the character of the man. In death, he reminded me of what made him so special in life." -Sir Elton John Love is the Cure: On Life, Loss, and the End ofAIDS soundsof71: Elton John on Freddie Mercury.  (I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I mostly really enjoyed, than simply to share a beautiful story that shines light on who Freddie actually was, up to the very end.)
Beautiful, Christmas, and Crying: "Freddie didn't announce publicly that he had AIDS
 until the day before he died in 1991. Although he was
 flamboyant onstage-an electric front man on par with
 Bowie and Jagger-he was an intensely private man
 offstage. But Freddie told me he had AIDS soon after he
 was diagnosed in 1987.I was devastated. I'd seen what
 the disease had done to so many of my other friends. I
 knew exactly what it was going to do to Freddie. As did
 he. He knew death, agonizing death, was coming. But
 Freddie was incredibly courageous. He kept up
 appearances, he kept performing with Queen, and he
 kept being the funny, outrageous, and profoundly
 generous person he had always been.
 As Freddie deteriorated in the late 1980s and early
 '90s, it was almost too much to bear. It broke my heart to
 see this absolute light unto the world ravaged by AIDS.
 By the end, his body was covered with Kaposi's sarcoma
 lesions. He was almost blind. He was too wealk to even
 stand.

 By all rights, Freddie should have spent those final
 days concerned only with his own comfort. But that
 wasn't who he was. He truly lived for others. Freddie had
 passed on November 24, 1991, and weelks after the
 funeral, I was still grieving. On Christmas Day, I learned
 that Freddie had left me one final testament to his
 selflessness. I was moping about when a friend showed
 up at my door and handed me something wrapped in a
 pillowcase. I opened it up, and inside was a painting by
 one of my favorite artists, the British painter Henry Scott
 Tuke. And there was a note from Freddie. Years before
 Freddie and I had developed pet names for each other,
 our drag-queen alter egos. I was Sharon, and he was
 Melina. Freddie's note read, "Dear Sharon, thought
 you'd like this. Love, Melina. Happy Christmas."
 I was overcome, forty-four years old at the time,
 crying like a child. Here was this beautiful man, dying
 from AIDS, and in his final days, he had somehow
 managed to find me a lovely Christmas present. As sad as
 that moment was, it's often the one I think about when I
 remember Freddie, because it captures the character of
 the man. In death, he reminded me of what made him so
 special in life."
 -Sir Elton John
 Love is the Cure:
 On Life, Loss, and the End ofAIDS
soundsof71:

Elton John on Freddie Mercury. 
(I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I mostly really enjoyed, than simply to share a beautiful story that shines light on who Freddie actually was, up to the very end.)

soundsof71: Elton John on Freddie Mercury.  (I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I most...

Memes, Lost, and Hurricane: AP Photo/David Goldman) A man and his two brothers saved for years to open a motel in North Carolina. But when Hurricane Florence devastated the area, they lost it all.
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A man and his two brothers saved for years to open a motel in North Carolina. But when Hurricane Florence devastated the area, they lost it all.

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Fire, Memes, and California: Gess Valley Fire An unlikely pair found comfort in one another while seeking shelter from the Carr wildfires that have devastated California.
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