Paper artist: Diana Beltran Herrera
The Cornell Fine Arts Museum will display seven sculptures by Diana Beltran Herrera. The works are completely made of paper and feature local bird species. The project is a CFAM collaboration with the Latin American Student Association, the Department of Biology, and the Department of Environmental Studies at Rollins College.
Herrera’s work seeks to explore the chillingly disengaged relationship between humans and nature in modern society. Using paper as her primary medium she is able to present notions of temporality and change, emphasizing the process of transformation that continuously occurs in nature as well as humankind.
Stories that are never seen or heard of by the general population.
you’re scared you’ll never find anyone to love you, not even well. you’ll settle for anything.
you’re about to turn twenty and they never remind you how young that is. falling in love does not make you grow up, heartbreak does, and there is more than one way to fall apart. you’re about to turn twenty and it’s okay if you aren’t ready. it’s okay if you aren’t ready. it’s okay.
|—||turning 20 | Caitlyn S. (via inmilkwood)|
Frodo (voice over): My dear Sam. You can not always be torn in two. You will have to be one and whole for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be and to do. Your part in the story will go on.
I don’t understand Glee‘s writers. I really don’t. They’re like if really talented chefs prepared a four-course, five-star meal and right before they served it to you, literally every single time before they set the plate down on the table, they were like, “You know what’ll make this taste even better? If I spit in it.” And then you’re like, “Wow, gross. It looks good and smells good but all I can think about is how you fucking spit in it.” And they’re like, “God! We slave and slave and slave over these dinners and you’ll never be happy!” And you’re like, “I would be happy if you’d just stop spitting in the food!” And they’re like, “You hate all food!” And you’re like, “No, you asshole. I love food. I love your food. I just hate spit in my food.” And they’re like, “OK, here’s the same dish served a different way. And also here is my spit in it.” And you’re like, “Seriously? I can’t eat here anymore.” And they’re like, “Stupid angry lesbians.”
Just make the meal and stop spitting in, Glee! Jesus, how hard can that possibly be?!
[…]Let it be, let be. Let it be, let it be. Stop spitting in my pasta, frikkin’ Glee.