Here, have a sexy Patrick growl from I Don’t Care last night in Atlanta.
This is strangely depressing and incredibly disturbing.
this is amazing
Three years ago, like, I didn’t mention to a lot of my friends what I was going through in my life, and I went to a really dark, strange place. And I really cared way too much what everyone in the world and what everyone in the tabloids were saying. And at some point, I said, ‘That’s fucking enough! This is my life!’ And I think that’s relatable to everybody, because it doesn’t have to be tabloids or any of that stuff you’re going through. If you feel like you’re walking through life wearing a Halloween costume, take your costume the fuck off.
LIKE, HE FIRST DREW THIS (notice the details please, Nathan’s tie.)
LIKE TWO EPISODES LATER HE COULD DRAW THIS:
Lei·den. n. (german)
Oh, wow!
Crowtoed and I were discussing the non-euclidian angles of Burn Gorman’s face the other night. I’m not sure what eldritch ritual nihilnovisubsole performs to be able to replicate those planes, but it seems to have been worth it.
Fore-edge painting was a common practice on fine bindings in the 18th and 19th centuries. Erotic fore-edge painting was less common, and usually masked with gilding as here. Sometimes it showed one view when flexed forwards, and a different view when flexed backwards. Another lost art now only to be found in collectors’ book shops….
WOAH! MAGIC BOOKS!
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