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The Importance of Procrastination
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ipkc · 3 years ago
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Fun fact: According to Greek legend there was a famous prostitute who managed to avoid a death sentence by showing the judges her boobs and arguing that it would be a crime against the Gods to destroy something so beautiful. 
Before you ask, yes there are paintings of this. And yes, they’re amazing.
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ipkc · 4 years ago
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Esteban Maroto
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ipkc · 4 years ago
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ipkc · 5 years ago
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That tail is batting away all those haters 🔥  
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ipkc · 5 years ago
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I sit here with the most clarity in thoughts today. Finally back into the safe crevice within the chaos once again, my true home.
I’ve compromised a lot in life, as you naturally do through life experiences, but one thing that stays completely pure in my life still is art.
I’m the most grateful for the passion that’s within me, it constantly fuels my desire for life.
I’m the most grateful for all the lessons it teaches me, both the absolute euphoria and the most horrific.
I’m the most grateful for this ability to connect with others, since I’m the worst in just about all the other ways.
It lightens my worst weakness and I know it stands by me and will continue to do so, so long as I’m equally as truthful and loyal to it.
I may never be truly happy in life, but that somehow makes me feel the happiest.
I’m happy to be able to experience the struggles in life, it pushes me to strive toward the illusion that is that idea of ‘happiness’.
In reality, reaching happiness would simultaneously be reaching the peak of my unhappiness.
That’s okay. I’ve never liked idling in reality for too long, anyway.
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ipkc · 5 years ago
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I got no strings so I have fun I’m not tied up to anyone They’ve got strings But you can see There are no strings on me
(crop of “I’ve Got No Strings,” 2020)
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ipkc · 5 years ago
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the plague: stay inside
everyone: i must bake Bread, immediately
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ipkc · 5 years ago
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ipkc · 5 years ago
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Diogo Saito
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ipkc · 5 years ago
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It is not the prettiest but here is a little chart I made of skin tones.
The idea is to eye-drop anywhere on the chart to get a unique skin tone instead of getting stuck in the loop of “white, tan, dark”.
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ipkc · 5 years ago
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Esther Limones
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ipkc · 5 years ago
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ipkc · 5 years ago
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if youre a 4 eyed demon girl pls dm me
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ipkc · 5 years ago
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Gorgeous lion giving a massive yawn 
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ipkc · 5 years ago
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Hi, I read that you've dealt with with impostor syndrome in the past, and I'm really struggling with that right now. I'm in a good place and my friends are going through a lot, and I'm struggling to justify my success to myself when such amazing people are unhappy. I was wondering if you have any tips to feel less like this and maybe be kinder to myself, but without hurting anyone around me. It's a big ask, I know, but any help would make my life a lot less stressful
The best help I can offer is to point you to Amy Cuddy’s book, Presence. She talks about Imposter Syndrome (and interviews me in it) and offers helpful insight.
The second best help might be in the form of an anecdote. Some years ago, I was lucky enough invited to a gathering of great and good people: artists and scientists, writers and discoverers of things. And I felt that at any moment they would realise that I didn’t qualify to be there, among these people who had really done things.
On my second or third night there, I was standing at the back of the hall, while a musical entertainment happened, and I started talking to a very nice, polite, elderly gentleman about several things, including our shared first name. And then he pointed to the hall of people, and said words to the effect of, “I just look at all these people, and I think, what the heck am I doing here? They’ve made amazing things. I just went where I was sent.”
And I said, “Yes. But you were the first man on the moon. I think that counts for something.”
And I felt a bit better. Because if Neil Armstrong felt like an imposter, maybe everyone did. Maybe there weren’t any grown-ups, only people who had worked hard and also got lucky and were slightly out of their depth, all of us doing the best job we could, which is all we can really hope for.
(There’s a wonderful photograph of the Three Neils even if one of us was a Neal at http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2012/08/neil-armstrong.html)
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ipkc · 5 years ago
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Melania Brescia (Spanish, b. 1991, Malaga, Spain) - My Chest on Fire, 2017, Photography
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