Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest assholes when they’ve had enough.
Fireflies on the Water (2002), by Yayoi Kusama.
Fireflies on the Water is an installation made of 150 lights, mirrors and water.
I need my glasses to find my glasses do you see my problem
You can’t even see your problem
I sure did
me arriving at the gates of hell
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet
These 80 silver goblets commemorate the 80 men who flew the Doolittle Raid against Japan in April 1942.
At every reunion, the surviving Raiders meet privately to conduct their solemn “Goblet Ceremony.” After toasting the Raiders who died since their last meeting, they turn the deceased men’s goblets upside down. Each goblet has the Raider’s name engraved twice — so that it can be read if the goblet is right side up or upside down. When there are only two Raiders left, these two men will drink one final toast to their departed comrades using the 1896 Hennessy kept in the center.
I wrote this up awhile ago and it was sitting in the queue. When it popped up I decided to check and see how many are left. Apparently there are four still alive, but just a month ago, in April, they decided to hold one final anniversary and toast using the Hennessy later this year between the four of them, rather than wait for it to just be two.
What I would give to be in the room for that…(via
Reblogging to fix the fucking source.
This. is art.