experiencing depression beforehand and settling back down into it and knowing all the signs is like being that guy watching a horror film and heckling the cast for making mistakes and yelling at them to not go through that door

only you’re telling yourself to not go through that door. to not start losing passion for anything and everything. to not skip meals. to not lose sleep. to not alienate yourself from everybody and never leave the house again. but the thing about horror movies is that they’re really fucking predictable

A-fucking-men to that.

Let’s Make Fun Of: Anthropologie Furniture


I love to hate Anthropologie furniture. In particular, the way they stage it for their website. There’s this gross fantasy they’ve created of an art student who can afford to spend thousands of dollars on a paint-splattered flea market find. It’s like all their customers are aspiring to be Charlotte in Tiny Furniture (a loft-dwelling trust fund dilettante).

They’ve gone off the deep end with the juxtaposition. You know those fashion editorials every fall where models lasagned in Prada swing around street signs in Red Hook? It’s like that, but on acid. The settings are more deteriorated and the designs are more design-y. It’s like shopping from deep within Fuck Your Noguchi Coffee Table.

If you choose to purchase a piece of Anthropologie furniture, it will only really look right in one of three settings:


1. An alternative gallery space six weeks from opening


2. An urban cabin with faulty electrical wiring


3. A crumbling Southern plantation (soon to be deemed “the new loft” by the NYTimes)

Let’s take a stroll through the Anthropologie furniture section together. What’s for sale today?

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The Russian peasant imagined the social order among demons to be much like his own. They lived in families and were fond of smoking, drinking, and playing cards or bones. Normally devils married witches, and their weddings, often celebrated at a crossroad, were frenzied affairs; sometimes in their wild dancing they raised a column of dust to the sky. Here and there one finds the belief that it was possible to disperse such gatherings by throwing an axe or a knife at the witch. Afterwards blood would be found on the spot and a village woman might walk around with a bandaged face or hand. Some peasants in Tula Province stressed that devils did not live in lawful wedlock because they lacked priests. Snowstorms and windstorms were generally associated with the activity of devils on earth; the notion that devil children liked to play in them was widespread. In Novgorod Province it was believed that one could view the devil during a snowstorm by getting down on all fours and looking through one’s legs.
Russian Folk Belief, by Linda J. Ivanits (via gatheringbones)


Anaru in EmoFuri! These are just snippets of the default animations, I’m still trying to figure out how to do custom ones. I’ve been too busy with school to do much art, but this program is so cute I couldn’t resist spending my holiday weekend on it.

Reblogged from notzilon