Happy Birthday, Spongebob!

Say no more, King.

My parents are asleep quick reblog this post with skeletons saying bad words

me, incorrect: everyone is probably sick of me drawing this character by now...

my inner voice, wise: ah, but this cannot be... because I am part of "everyone"... and until I am sick of drawing them... it will not be everyone

me, opening a new blank canvas: ur so right

Reblog to make him lose another 200 billion, like to make him lose 1 billion

Cornelia Parker: ‘At the Bottom of This Lake Lies a Piece of the Moon’ (2000)

What the fuck

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I could use some luck right about now.

my mom just had a 7cm brain tumor removed and since she's woken up she's been talking nonstop about this dream she had about going to an art gallery full of colourful paintings by a 'homosexual artist' named klimsdorf who was ethereal and wise, both young and old... at first she was convinced he was a real person but after failing to find him online she's accepted he was a figment of her subconscious mind and is now determined to bring him to life via painting his portrait herself. she's 67 and has never drawn in her life. and now this. blorbo from her tumor

You leer into the hollow center of the table.  A world of endless machinations lies below.  The abyss of metal pulls you like a magnet.  What do you do?

Hop inside!  /  Walk away…