Misleading Instagram Models by Hannah-Alexander, journal
Misleading Instagram Models
RANT. Okay, I'm going there, I'm doing this, even though I don't usually post personal opinion on here but I'm so mad.
An Instagram model with over 1 million followers has recently started endorsing shampoo and conditioner by the brand Tresemme. She has stated in her posts that Tresemme 'do NOT test their products on animals and are committed to ending animal testing.'
THAT IS NOT CORRECT.
I am so MAD about this. Not because the company uses animal testing (though of course that sucks, but not what I'm debating here) but because the model is either being misled by the company, who is also purposely misleading people, or she's lying to OVER O
Philosophers think
We may dream our reality.
With earphones attached liked IVs
I dream my own melodic universe.
Until someone laughs behind me
And strikes up conversation with a friend.
And in that moment they become my anchor
Are they spinning through my dream
Or am I spinning through theirs?
Sometimes life fits in a coffee cup,
Sometimes inspiration pours out slowly like a packet of honey,
And sometimes it all mixes together
Like liquid incandescence that I drink right after brewing.
When no one speaks to me for hours
I begin to wonder
Is everyone dreaming a reality that includes
The whole café but me?
The street outsi
You shivered and wrapped your Scouting Legion cloak more tightly around your shoulders. You weren't sure what was more the cause of your sudden discomfort - the cold November air that inevitably seeped its way into the HQ, or the echo caused by your footfalls in the stone dormitory hallway. Normally, you wouldn't mind the quiet. Between the new recruits you train daily and the seemingly endless stream of tasks you receive from Erwin, you would relish the few moments of peace you could manage to find. Tonight, though, the quiet only served as a painful reminder to the many previously-occupied dorm rooms that now were empty.
You passed one of
Flash of Lightning, Resonant Thunder by hq, journal
Flash of Lightning, Resonant Thunder
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The Serenely Powerful Art of `yuumei
In the top half of an hourglass, a polar bear and her cub perch perilously atop a wedge of melting ice, its dripping water becoming the "sand" that is inexorably drowning an urban couch potato figure in the hourglass's bottom chamber. The beautiful yet arresting digital painting is "Countdown" by yuumei (https://www.deviantart.com/yuumei) and it is currently one of the most popular pieces on deviantART. It is "archetypal yuumei" in its perfectly balanced blending of a striking lyrically beautiful visual with an underlying urgent social or political message.
Her specialty is digital art in an anime style, but she ofte
Vampirella: The Pin-up Vampire by techgnotic, journal
Vampirella: The Pin-up Vampire
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Vampirella THE PIN-UP VAMPIRE
By techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)
Vampirella
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When Warren Publishing decided to relaunch horror comics in America in 1964 they were taking a chance that #McCarthyism was really dead. In the 1950s, at the height of Sen. McCarthy’s anti-communist witch-hunt, the paranoid minions of the out-of-control legislator managed to put the horror comics of Bill Gaines’s EC Comics
You May Say I'm An Artist... by techgnotic, journal
You May Say I'm An Artist...
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I am haunted in this holiday season by the opening lines of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities, his novel about a society 250 years ago coming apart in its seemingly irreconcilable divisions. Could it be these lines define where we have come to find ourselves today?
“It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
in the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was the winter of despair…”
ur own epoch is one of the tec
A Tribute to Robin Williams by techgnotic, journal
A Tribute to Robin Williams
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A Tribute to Robin Williams
By techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)
Robin Williams Tributeby EmilyStepp (https://www.deviantart.com/emilystepp)
Notable Films
The World According to Garp 1982
Moscow on the Hudson 1984
Good Morning, Vietnam 1987
Dead Poets Society 1989
The Fisher King 1991
Mrs. Doubtfire 1993
Good Will Hunting 1997
Editor’s Note: by techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)
Why did we delay for more than a week the publishing of this remembrance? Because to properly reflect the impact of this loss on the millions of Robin Williams fans worldwide, we wanted to be sure to capture a true sense of the torrent of love for Robin pouring in from the community in the form
Don't let the crap of the internet brainwash you. by Suzanne-Helmigh, journal
Don't let the crap of the internet brainwash you.
warning: This journal is my opinion and my view on things. I support open-mindedness and the possibility of anything.The internet is full of it: People with strong opinions. Usually about 'how to do things' and 'how to absolutely not do things'.
Ask any given person this question: What is good art?
They will all give you a different answer and some of those answers are waaaay to specific for their own good.
Meaning they have a very specific view on what is good and see other work that does not meet up those qualifications as: bad, fake or cheating.
It is natural to have a preference toward certain topics or techniques when making art, but
I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes t