fozzie:

in my sophomore year of college this guy made these items which quickly became a craze across campus. i myself bought one of his sweaters, which says “GOOD AND DEAD” across the chest and “ARM PAIN” along the sleeves. he showed up at 11 pm on a bicycle to deliver the goods in the dead of winter, wearing a metal t-shirt tucked into khakis. his facebook screen name is an indecipherable series of symbols. i have no authentic way to credit him but i want to share his art with you.

UPDATE! i was able to identify the artist as daniel guinness. he gave me permission to keep these images up and to include his email address dguinness@mica.edu if you would like to buy one! please support his art 🙂

surprisebitch:

kolbye:

hokuto-ju-no-ken:

pukicho:

bog-dweller-official:

pukicho:

boob-a-chu:

trilllizard420:

pukicho:

trilllizard420:

pukicho:

Doctor: $140,000 a year

Furry artist on Patreon: $160,000 a year

i think you’re lowballing the furry art amount tbh

I’m sorry for the inaccuracies, Doctor Yiff

no matter how I respond to this I don’t look good, well played. i walked right into that

Well, furry artists are typically more competent and courteous than your average doctor, so I can see that.

Did you just legitimately tell me that a person who draws wolf ass is more competent than a dude who spent 8+ years in a university to give you your lung transplant?

doctors are bullshit and furry artists perform an infinitely more valuable service to society compared to them

You will die in 7 days

It took doctor’s like 10 years to diagnose what was wrong with me, some insisting I was faking for attention while a furry artist I knew just went “that sounds like crohn’s” after hearing me complain once and ended up being right

Also I can’t go to a doctor and ask them to draw Rouge the Bat wider than she is tall with tits to match, now can I

You could if you weren’t a fucking coward

this is a rollercoaster

kdlangarchive:

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k.d.: In high school, I took an aptitude test that said I was 98 percent guaranteed to be a mechanic.

Anne: I’d love to pull into your garage and see you wiping your hands on a greasy rag.

k.d.: I’d say, “How can I help you, little lady?“ 

Anne: And all the cute girls would come to your garage and the other mechanics wouldn’t get it.

k.d. and her good friend Anne Meredith in Rolling Stone, August 1993