Thinking About Edvard Munch's "The Sun" (1911)

thinking about edvard munch's "The Sun" (1911)

like yeah thats how it feels. thats what it feels like to exist sometimes. he gets it

honestly look at the bright side at least you’re not 14

I’M NOT FOURTEEN!!!!!!

Woke up from a dream where the minions franchise continued with “Minions: The Grusical”

by Roman Dmitriev

i'm always a bit unsettled by disdain for intellectual or creative labor in leftist spaces. there's this commonly held belief that academics are a bunch of rich old white men, rather than a wide variety of people who are barely getting by. most lecturers in universities are adjuncts living paycheck to paycheck. authors make very little money as a general rule. most researchers are overworked and underpaid. and yet there's still this idea that academics are overcompensated to sit around and smoke cigars together while making shit up