I'm Andy Burnstein, a 20 year old stereotypically jewish junior historian at Whitman College in Walla Walla, Washington from the suburbs of Seattle. Things on this blog include: Discourse (TM), angsty suburban aesthetic, angsty gifs of rain, angsty gifs of music I love, and pure stuff that makes me happy.
[I.D. an image of a head speaking something with another thing inside the head. inside it says “i can’t imagine a bearable life under capitalism” and an arrow points to the mouth which instead says “haha yeah i haven’t figured out exactly what i wanna do yet i’m just taking it easy”. end I.D.]
Disability will have you thinking shit like “I’m not even that disabled. I can manage as long as I limit myself to very specific careers, never go shopping for more than an hour or two at a time, keep my plans open so I can cancel and stay in if need be, and only go out a few nights per week at the most”
[id: image 1: a google search of the first episode of naruto. it was released on october 3, 2002. image 2: a character from mean girls saying “it’s october 3rd. image 3: a man holding a pineapple and smiling. the caption says "lets get tropical October 3rd”. image 4: edward elric’s pocket watch, which engraved inside says “don’t forget 3.oct.11”. end id]
Can’t let British people have air conditioning because first they’d call it something twee like “the climate fixer” and then in 20 years they’ll call it “the climb” or “the climmy”
French kids would call it “le climot”, frustrating language officials who would prefer they call it “machine pour le contrôle du climat froide à l'interieure de l'édifice”
Every time some fash posts about Real Art vs Duchamp’s Fountain it’s like lol that urinal has been kicking your ass for a hundred years
Marcel Duchamp kicked the bucket 55 slutty, slutty years ago and you can’t get him out of your head. You’re half as old as he is dead and you are worshiping at his altar, you are drinking his piss. He won.
beronica is historical as it shakes up the blonde/brunette women dynamic by having the blonde one being a serial killer in training with ambiguous multiple disorders and a vocal affectation where she changes her tone 0% no matter if she’s saying “i love you” “i hate you” or “did you do the homework” and having the brunette one be the outgoing prep who parties and has a speakeasy
everyone hates orange until they actually see her in context. “oh it’s such an ugly color, too bright!” look at sunsets and autumn, look at campfires and deserts. she’s the most beautiful and special part of the scene. now apologize.
