Siddhartha Guatama. Buddha. WIP. It’s pretty rough but today was literally the first time I attempted serious art (besides doodles on my notes) in over a year. I found some generic brand pastels I’ve had since the fourth grade and the back of a giant paper pad I’ve been meaning to reuse. Pastel is that medium that only looks decent when you’re an expert. Very difficult to control. Fun though! Less stressful than handling oils that dry quickly. Buddhist teachings have been very significant sources of inspiration to me. So here’s to never quitting art, and never fighting who I am. Also, I don’t know why I painted the rest black. Don’t know what I’m going to do with that background.
Openly gay Latina wins Texas congressional seat
nbclatino:
(Courtesy Mary Gonzalez)
Mary Gonzalez told them she was the best candidate to represent them and El Paso voters agreed, but along the way, the 28-year-old doctoral student at the University of Texas at Austin broke her share of barriers.
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An innovative initiative is taking place in the Philippines to bring sustainable lighting to homes in impoverished communities. Empty plastic bottles are installed in the roof, filled with water and bleach they refract sunlight. These “solar light bulbs” provide light equivalent to a 55watt light bulb.
See how they’re made here. From Visual News
people are full of ideas.
Crybaby
I don’t know what to do with myself. What do I do? I think I’ve always felt this way, but I’m not sure. It’s been a really long time. I think I was born feeling embarrassed and lonely. But it’s like, I make it that way. Nobody else has anything to do with it. I need to change. I have to change or else I’m just gonna self destruct. I always feel like I’m waiting. Why do I always feel the need to wait? God, I hate myself sometimes. After waiting two semesters to be with my family and open my mouth for something other than a question in class, here I am, alone. My dad’s in Puerto Rico and my mom is in Ecuador and she hasn’t even called me since she’s been there and my boyfriend lives four hours away and my dearest friend lives in another state and the only other wonderful person that contacts me just witnessed his brother’s suicide and i can’t even begin to imagine what he’s going through. I’m sad. Life is pain. But it’s never the end. I’ll be okay! It’ll be okay!
