I arrived to the Greater England Area just a few hours too late to go see this. I might’ve taken a train to Liverpool just for this. I might have.
There are a lot of ways to be at odds with how your brain sees your body and how your body actually is. This was a new one to me.
I see this message more often lately (though maybe still not often enough), and oh, it makes my heart soar. For a YA version (though still pretty effective), see the Ruby Oliver books.
All along, I’d been told cats speak French. Apparently not. Though I will say my own were nowhere to be seen when this stuff was erupting from my computer.
Your regular installment of Andrew W.K. makes you cry.
It is possible to have absurd amounts of money and also a little sense. I wish there was more of this.
You don’t drool enough. No, seriously, get on that.
If I walked into a New York subway car and saw this, I might swoon from the wonderfulness.
I love when other people create roundups of my city. Eff that Storyville business, though.
We are better at valuing things if we have lacked them.
And, finally, a rad roundup about drawing the female body by women who have drawn their own bodies.