Summer Landscape, Krumau
Egon Schiele, 1917
as a hobby! yes! well said.
seriously though. people, at least i, have deluded myself into believing that this site could spur my creativity and inspire me, but really it’s just a repetitive and cyclical trap that won’t let you go. people conform to the same aesthetic and it’s just little things, very small things, that show how this little slice of the internet just fucks with our creative process. it’s near impossible to remain autonomous and self-preserved on this site that’s constantly filling you with facts and beautiful images and history and other people’s words. you have no time to think. why not take our diaries somewhere else. why not worry more about writing the truth rather than writing what we think other people want to read. i’m so frustrated that i forgot that i had to pee. please, use tumblr as a hobby. read an actual book. go do something. explore. don’t derive your inspiration from regurgitated metaphors that mama bird is feeding you. let your thoughts unravel on their own and catch them before it’s too late. do it, so that we all don’t turn into one, giant metaphor about ribcages and ‘lovely lavender’ assholes.
Miniature Tigers - Hologram Girl