Loki Laufeyson; the stolen relic.
i’m an expert at having a really funny story to tell and then wording it badly enough that it’s not funny anymore
Real life “Rosie the Riveter” - Tennessee, 1943.
GLORIFY THE SHIT OUT OF THIS IMAGE
Painting a more accurate version of history, one reblog at a time.
When I posted this archival image of a “real life Rosie the Riveter” one year ago, I had no idea it would resonate with so many people. 19K and counting.
“At the moment, I’m homeless.”
“I thought you were waiting for someone.”
“I’m just trying to pass the time. I live in a shelter.”
"How did you become homeless?”
“I had a place, but I smoke, and I wasn’t supposed to.”
“What’s your typical day like?”
“I wake up because the lights come on in the shelter. You’ve got an hour to wash your body and do everything, and you have to do it on a schedule. Then, if you’re hungry … well, you don’t really want to eat the food there. It sucks. Anyway, you eat. They offer you oatmeal or eggs or cream of wheat.”
“When do you have to be out?”
“In the shelter I am, you have to be out of the building by 9 o’clock. Then you have to be in before 6 o’clock. You can go back during the day. But it makes me feel so, so unmanly because I have to answer to someone all the time. Sometimes I stay in the shelter in the daytime. I have a couple of my art pieces there. I hang out there half the day. Then I go to the library and read. Time passes quickly.”
“Can you afford to buy your own food?”
“Yes. I have money to eat elsewhere. And I choose not to eat at the shelter because I don’t want to take the food from a homeless person who needs it more.”
“Do you have friends or family?“
"I have two children.”
“Do you see them?”
“Not too often. I love them. They love me. I’m divorced.”
“You said you had some art pieces.”
“I’m an artist. I paint. I studied art history.”
“What do you paint?”
“Mostly portraits. I like people’s eyes.”
“Have you exhibited somewhere?”
“I used to exhibit on Newbury Street and elsewhere.”
“When was that?”
“About 20 years ago.”
“And then what happened?”
“Well, I also drink. I spent a lot of money on going out and partying.”
“Do you hope to get back into the art world?”
“That’s my dream. You know, you made my day. Why did you pick me? I feel so proud. I will always remember this date. I’m a homeless, highly educated black man who drinks. I’m homeless because I smoke. I never hurt anyone, never stole, never lied, never cheated. I’m so happy you talked to me. It awoke in me an aspect of humanity I had long forgotten. I feel so honored. Why me?”
Making you look better like always
forced myself to finish a no longer abandoned doodle
Zippo lighters from Vietnam
fuck this is so rad
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lemme save this for later…. being back in the South I might need it
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Edward “Babe” Heffron, May 16, 1923 - December 1, 2013
"I want people to know we’re not heroes. We did our duty, just like sixteen million others who fought in the war. Everyone, including the families, sacrificed in some way. The kids who didn’t come home are the heroes. They’re the ones who gave their lives. Their parents are the heroes, because they gave a child."
Im applying to Uni but my parents wont allow me to become a painter because they think I completely suck :/ However I love painting, it makes me so happy and my parents believe that people wont appreciate my art. Can you show your followers my art work, I’ll show the amount of notes on it so my parents know that there are people who will accept my art. I would totally appreciate it <3 Applications are due soon and I need to convince my parents by then, this may be pathetic but this my last shot at convincing them.
This piece was a huge 4x4 called “Drifting Dreams”. It represents how love can be a dream to many that floats around oceans and desserts. Whereas Love can endure the troubles of the world, and love to many can be a gift, a concept that is holy. This painting represents the two different perspectives on love that I believe exist. (:
To my followers, PLEASE REBLOG THIS! This is somebody’s dreams we’re talking here! Sorry your parents are trying to crush yours, cringing… please do not let them. You’ve only got one life to live, and it’s too short to not do what is your passion. If I’ve learned anything from being the art kid in the family, its that sometimes you have to piss off the people who love you to live your life as you should, but it is worth it.