21 and Jaded

My name is Blake McLeod, I'm a twenty-one-year-old Fine Arts student attempting to capture a fraction of the world around me. I dabble with music and film but my sole passion is traditional art, such as drawing and painting. Here is a collection of things I've done, plus random shenanigans that make me chuckle.
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My Website
www.blakemcleod.com

Modest Mouse

Modest Mouse!

You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming.
Miles Walser, excerpt from “A Sonnet of Invented Memories”
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2headedsnake:

Mathieu Laca

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catmota:

Upward  (1929)

Wassily Kandinsky

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mrdecraprio:

excuse you

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Bon Iver,
Bon Iver

badland-blues:

Holocene | Bon Iver

And at once I knew I was not magnificent

all time favorite

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I do not have a sweet tooth, but I do have an alcohol molar.
John Hodgman (via tehscud)

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myampgoesto11:

Seung-Hwan Oh | On Tumblr

Seung-Hwan Oh works and lives in Seoul, where he was born and raised until moving to New York where he studied film and photography at CUNY Hunter College. His work and practice stem from his interest and approach toward other disciplinary thoughts and ideas, from philosophy to sciences. His most recent work, exhibited at Zaha Museum, was inspired by the notion of the first advent of vision in life on earth, and his current work focuses on implementing microbial growth on film as a means to explore the impermanence of matter as well as the material limitations of photography.

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If I’m a sarcastic asshole when I talk to you its either because I really like you and feel comfortable teasing you

Or I really hate you and don’t care if you know it

Good luck figuring out which one

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nvm-illustration:

"Jilted" 

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I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

HE. (via stayygone)

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Getting off work at 12 everyday has been a glorious thing. The world is my oyster!

Aw thanks Groupon!