Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
Weigh in: Is this art? Are his words an outpouring of poetic sadness, or is it just raw emotion? Does art need the intent of being art to be art?
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me when I go to an art gallery: that’s not art
me when I see a shopping cart rolling around in the wind: now thats art
[on the first date] uhh… heh… (sweats) umm… so uh do you say “gif” or “jif” hahah
listen binch. no one has an original style. no one pulls a unique style of art out of their ass. we get to where we are through observing others and being influenced by them and that’s how art works
I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.
Helena Bonham Carter (via bird-madgirl)
THE CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW GIF IS SO FUNNY I CANT STOP LAUGHING OH MY GOD
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