I'll Say, it's Ilse!
I'm Ilse, a 20-year-old, aspiring artist from southern California, and this is my personal blog.

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" People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world. "

— Kim Culbertson, The Liberation of Max McTrue (via larmoyante)

amiammorette:

Eyes, nose, mouth, head, hands, ears and folds reference drawing tutorials.

queenofthewest:

spankjonze:

let’s talk about this

you’re telling me this hot white dad has been hiding behind that mustache

ronulicny:

“Intersections”, 2013
 By: ANILA QUAYYUM AGHA….

ronulicny:

Intersections”, 2013

 By: ANILA QUAYYUM AGHA….

austenchanted:

They don’t really touch. Women don’t shake hands with men. So the first time Darcy touches Elizabeth is when he helps her into the carriage. Which is a really beautiful moment because it’s the first skin on skin touch. I think today, we don’t think twice about that at all. I shake people’s hands, I give them a kiss, whatever. It’s interesting to think, if you don’t have that tactile nature, how important one touch can be. - Keira Knightley

nevver:

Badlands in bloom, Guy Tal

eyecandyandlust:

eraofeight:

HIS EARS ARE BIGGER THAN HIS WHOLE BODYAAAAAAHHHHsdfsadfsadf

BABY

eyecandyandlust:

eraofeight:

HIS EARS ARE BIGGER THAN HIS WHOLE BODYAAAAAAHHHHsdfsadfsadf

BABY

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Agostino Arrivabene

Vesperbild signifies the Lamentation of Christ. It depicts the Virgin Mary cradling the lifeless body of Jesus and is a marked event in Christian art. However, Agostino Arrivabene ‘s ‘Vesperbild’ is a profound contemporary interpretation of this theme.  His work projects transitory almost metamorphic stages between light and dark, twilight, transfiguration and rebirth.

Agostino’s exhibition, ‘Vesperbild’ is show at The Giovanni Bonelli Gallery from May 22  – July 26 2014.

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" I started promising myself to
never stay anywhere I’m not
very much wanted. I have too
many scars to be breaking
my bones to fit into places
that weren’t made to fit me.
"

anne, maybe I always feel out of place because I’m always placing myself where I don’t belong. (via floorboardcreak)

soleil-de-matin:

Women of the World

Photos by Steve McCurry

I’ve been feeling weird lately. Not sad, or anxious exactly like I have before. I think it’s a combination of things, like:

-the fact that I’ll be graduating a semester early in December,

-and I have no fucking clue what I’m going to do when I’m done with school, and my parents want me to know exactly what job I’ll have with my degree in fucking studio art,

-and I’ll have to go to grad school, which means more money that we don’t have, which means more loans.

-Or maybe it’s because I feel like everyone around me has something going on in their lives, or something to do all the time, like jobs and boyfriends, and girlfriends

-and don’t get me wrong, I do too sometimes, with school, and working a couple days,

-but I still take the time to want to hang out with my friends, and it’s hardly ever reciprocated, because of other shit they have going on. (There are exceptions, obviously.)

-I’m just tired of always being the one who tries, always the one who texts first, always the one that asks what they’re doing that day.

-Or it could be this weird existential crisis I’m having because I feel like there’s so much to see and do in the world, but society forces us to go to school and get a job that makes money, so how will i ever have enough time to see everything that i want to see, because I’m so focused on this boring stuff, and I just want to travel, and paint, and go camping, and smoke weed, but that all takes money, so I should work on my career, and that brings me to the beginning again, and just makes me sad.

This is all petty/normal early 20s stuff, I know that, but it’s kind of at a point where I don’t feel like talking to anyone. I’ll get over it, but I think I’m going to take a break from my phone starting tomorrow, and not contact anyone, or try to hang out with people who don’t seem to have the time.

philiplott:

zaicheta:

Are you shitting me.

I hate youYou sick fuck stop that

philiplott:

zaicheta:

Are you shitting me.

I hate you
You sick fuck stop that