when ur friend starts liking something u rly like
Fusako Shigenobu was the founder of the Japanese Red Army. She would later go to Lebanon in order to build solidarity with the Palestinian cause and would not be able to return to Japan where the United Red Army continued to carry out armed actions. She participated in a number of PFLP operations in its heyday and was arrested in 2000.
Tutorial: Choosing Interesting Colors by PurpleKecleon
Watch Mel Herring’s (PurpleKecleon) full tutorial on choosing interesting colors HERE. She takes you through her entire process of this piece while talking about how to choose colors to create harmony in your piece!
Hey guys! Here’s the art I did for that tutorial finally posted!
It was a lot of fun, thanks CGcookie for the chance to make something to help others out!
is it just a thing that when you hear the wind howling literally everyone in the room stops to listen to it and points it out
American version: when driving in a car with people, and you pass a farm with cattle grazing, everyone will stop talking and just say, “cows.”
even more perfect
my aesthetic is 240p anime uploaded in three parts to youtube
Supposedly invented by the Chinese, there is an ancient form of torture that is nothing more than cold, tiny drops falling upon a person’s forehead.
On its own, a single drop is nothing. It falls upon the brow making a tiny splash. It doesn’t hurt. No real harm comes from it.
In multitudes, the drops are still fairly harmless. Other than a damp forehead, there really is no cause for concern.
The key to the torture is being restrained. You cannot move. You must feel each drop. You have lost all control over stopping these drops of water from splashing on your forehead.
It still doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. But person after person, time and time again—would completely unravel psychologically. They all had a breaking point where each drop turned into a horror. Building and building until all sense of sanity was completely lost.
"It was just a joke, quite being so sensitive."
"They used the wrong pronoun, big deal."
"So your parents don’t understand, it could be worse."
Day after day. Drop after drop. It builds up. A single instance on its own is no big deal. A few drops, not a problem. But when you are restrained, when you cannot escape the drops, when it is unending—these drops can be agony.
People aren’t sensitive because they can’t take a joke. Because they can’t take being misgendered one time. Because they lack a thick skin.
People are sensitive because the drops are unending and they have no escape from them.
You are only seeing the tiny, harmless, single drop hitting these so-called “sensitive” people. You are failing to see the thousands of drops endured before that. You are failing to see the restraints that make them inescapable.