During his stay in the Saint-Paul-de-Mausole asylum, Van Gogh painted Irises.
Blue petals swirl around a single white bloom, repetition giving way to individuality.
Order and impulse find harmony in brushstroke and color. #artbots#vangogh
My boyfriend told me he was "going out with the boys" last night and i said ok cool have fun. he came back at 11pm covered in glitter and i was like what the hell happened and he said "pottery class" which made NO SENSE. turns out "the boys" is him and four other guys from his gym who take a weekly pottery class together and they've been doing this for EIGHT MONTHS. he's been lying about boys night. it IS boys night but it's POTTERY. i asked why he didn't just tell me and he said "i don't know it felt weird to say" i made him show me what he's made and he has a CABINET full of mugs and bowls in his apartment that i thought he bought but he MADE THEM. they're actually really good. he's got a mug with my name on it that he was too embarrassed to give me. all his boys have matching plates they made. they have a group chat called "clay bros" i'm dating a man who's been in a secret pottery club for months. he made me promise not to tell their girlfriends. i'm keeping pottery secrets now
My uncle told me, “Women today are too independent, Men don't feel needed anymore” I asked him, “Why does a woman being capable of taking care of herself make you feel less like a man?” He said, “Because men are supposed to provide” I asked, “Then what happens when she can provide for herself?” He said, “She'll stop respecting him” I looked at him and said, “Or maybe she’ll finally have the freedom to respect a man because she genuinely admires him, not because she depends on him” He went quiet. I wasn't trying to win the argument. I just wanted him to hear how strange that sounds when you say it out loud.