My Venting Circle
dandraco:

hollyoakhill:

do you ever think about how little Michelangelo cared

All right, everyone, grab a chair and sit back because I’m going to share with you what I learned about Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel in my Art History Class.
The man NEVER wanted to paint the damn thing. But the pope at the time “forced him to” According to my teacher. Michelangelo hated this man, I MEAN REALLY HATED HIM. So did a majority of people. The pope’s nickname translated literally means “Terrible pope”.
And the working conditions were awful. He had to work on his back with all that paint, which is filled with some toxic shit that gave Michelangelo a limp for the rest of his life. (Also, our teacher made us get on our backs and try drawing with both hands JUST to prove how bad and uncomfortable it is.)
At the time, the ceiling was so high, you could barely see it. You need binoculars to get a good look at what’s up there, by the time people could see the paintings, there was a lot of weird symbolism that Michelangelo hid up there.

This one? The creation of the sun and moon? God is mooning you. And the pope and all others after him prayed under that without knowing.

This one? At the time, dissecting was sacrilegious and everyone found out how behind God was what looked like half a brain. blah blah, science, science, that pissed everyone off.
And also, ALLLLLLL the men and women in the Sistine Chapel are all on fucking steroids. My teacher described the women’s bodies as "Men bodies with boobs slapped on."
And then there is this:

Now this is the back wall. Michelangelo actually wanted to paint this one after he finished the ceiling. (and there was a different pope too, I believe.) However, originally, EVERYONE in that painting was naked. And they didn’t like it. Adam and Eve naked? That’s cool. But Jesus? Now you crossed the line. So the pope at the time hired someone else to censor it and give the important figures clothes. He worked on it for 6 or 9 months before he died.
And then the symbolism in this one is great. Somewhere in the right, there are homosexuals in heaven. (No matter what, the Vatican will say “Those straight men are happy” I’ll get to that in a second), Michelangelo painted himself near Jesus, and the terrible pope is in hell with a snake biting his balls.
And if you were to point ANY of this out to the Vatican, they will deny all of it and claim Michelangelo was a catholic hero. In fact, when they discovered the symbolism around the 60s or 70s, the guy who told the Vatican was kicked out of the Vatican for life.
TL;DR: Michelangelo hated the pope and made the best “fuck you” of all time.

dandraco:

hollyoakhill:

do you ever think about how little Michelangelo cared

All right, everyone, grab a chair and sit back because I’m going to share with you what I learned about Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel in my Art History Class.

The man NEVER wanted to paint the damn thing. But the pope at the time “forced him to” According to my teacher. Michelangelo hated this man, I MEAN REALLY HATED HIM. So did a majority of people. The pope’s nickname translated literally means “Terrible pope”.

And the working conditions were awful. He had to work on his back with all that paint, which is filled with some toxic shit that gave Michelangelo a limp for the rest of his life.
(Also, our teacher made us get on our backs and try drawing with both hands JUST to prove how bad and uncomfortable it is.)

At the time, the ceiling was so high, you could barely see it. You need binoculars to get a good look at what’s up there, by the time people could see the paintings, there was a lot of weird symbolism that Michelangelo hid up there.

This one? The creation of the sun and moon? God is mooning you. And the pope and all others after him prayed under that without knowing.

This one? At the time, dissecting was sacrilegious and everyone found out how behind God was what looked like half a brain. blah blah, science, science, that pissed everyone off.

And also, ALLLLLLL the men and women in the Sistine Chapel are all on fucking steroids. My teacher described the women’s bodies as "Men bodies with boobs slapped on."

And then there is this:

Now this is the back wall. Michelangelo actually wanted to paint this one after he finished the ceiling. (and there was a different pope too, I believe.) However, originally, EVERYONE in that painting was naked. And they didn’t like it. Adam and Eve naked? That’s cool. But Jesus? Now you crossed the line. So the pope at the time hired someone else to censor it and give the important figures clothes. He worked on it for 6 or 9 months before he died.

And then the symbolism in this one is great. Somewhere in the right, there are homosexuals in heaven. (No matter what, the Vatican will say “Those straight men are happy” I’ll get to that in a second), Michelangelo painted himself near Jesus, and the terrible pope is in hell with a snake biting his balls.

And if you were to point ANY of this out to the Vatican, they will deny all of it and claim Michelangelo was a catholic hero. In fact, when they discovered the symbolism around the 60s or 70s, the guy who told the Vatican was kicked out of the Vatican for life.

TL;DR: Michelangelo hated the pope and made the best “fuck you” of all time.

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I believe that each age holds it’s own trials and it’s own experiences, it’s own heartaches, and it’s on adventures. Some years ask questions, while others hold answers. Sixteen held no answers, only questions. Unanswered ones, at that. Sixteen was naive, sixteen was easily swayed, sixteen went with the flow (for the most part) just as fifteen had. And fourteen. And a lot of years before that. Sixteen conformed, and got insecure over other people’s opinions, sixteen tried to run from both the future and the past all at once and ended up right back where she started. Sixteen hurt people, sixteen was self consumed, and prideful, sixteen only apologized about five times because she hardly ever saw her own wrong-doings, but always expected apologies from others. Sixteen loved, foolishly so, and got hurt. Sixteen allowed herself to be sad, and bitter, and regretful over stuff far longer than one should be. Sixteen, also, picked herself up. Took long enough. Sixteen met new people, and went on new adventures. Sixteen changed, and grew… just in time for seventeen and I am so thankful for seventeen, because sixteen was not always gentle, and sometimes far from kind. Hopefully seventeen will run towards the future, rather than away. Seventeen will dream, and be inspired by everything one can be inspired by. Seventeen will be kind, and gentle. Seventeen will love everyone, even when it feels impossible, and seventeen will always apologize when it fails to do so. Seventeen will have it’s own trials, I know, but seventeen will not be knocked down as easy as sixteen was, time and time again. Seventeen will not be so vulnerable. Seventeen is strong and knows that, through god, nothing is too impossible to overcome. Here I am, seventeen, and I am so grateful for it. I am so thankful that I live in a world where we are provided with new beginnings, and seventeen will embrace every moment. As will eighteen, and twenty-five, and sixty-eight, and all of the years after that.
2am thoughts (via fl0ral-rain)

yougotaniceblogso-i:

clarknokent:

residentgoodgirl:

little jaden looks so pleased with himself

The joke was hilarious and at the same time profound

This movie is life

You reminded me of the coffee stains on my sheets of paper, and how you artfully circled certain words written on my soul.

Did you think that placing yourself on my soul would not leave a mark on me?

jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)

korrakun:

my favorite college experience is when i had a 7am class and the kid next to me literally poured a monster energy drink into his coffee said “i’m going to die” and drank the whole thing