so i go to a fuckass liberal arts college and i work at the art museum right. we recently got a yves klein piece and besides being an absolute bad bitch at judo he’s mostly known for Blue. like Blue, as in he created International Klein Blue (IKB) (most blue to ever blue). this is his main thing. so we got his piece in the mail and it was flaking so we had to call in the klein foundation’s restoration person and she pulls up, mixes this patented color, and sprays the flaky bits of the sculpture. beautiful wonderful it is fixed, but she has some extra left over. so very kindly she turns to the staff and goes, “does anyone have something they want me to paint.” and one guy fucking lights up and with the world’s most evil glimmer in his eye he asks, “will you paint my labubu.” and that motherfucker, she says YES. so now. in the mueseum. in an office. in or someone’s house. theres a fucking genuine klein blue labubu.
oh fuck *falls back into old habits* *screen fades to black* *level loading* TIP: your belief that you are incapable of changing for the better will become a self fulfilling prophecy if left unchallenged
Hi if you ever find yourself in a relationship saying anything along the lines of “well I can’t leave cause I would never be able to find something better than this because I’m trans/fat/aging/antisocial/unlucky” I beg of you to run. Please. You can find and build better but in order to do that you have to take the first step out the door. You do not have to endure abuse, mistreatment, or just plain incompatibility for the sake of a fraction of happiness. You don’t.
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