DO NOT CHAT WITH THAT PERSON. Do not send anyone any pictures or your address without being 100% certain of who they are. Seriously. Facetime/Skype/whatever to verify and if they won’t DO NOT CHAT. You should watch Catfish and To Catch A Predator.
Be careful ya’ll seriously this question makes me nervous.
Reverse google image search - copy the url of one of their pics, in google image search click on the little picture of a camera and search for the url. You can see where else on the web their photos have appeared - it should be reasonably obvious if they’re stolen from somewhere.
Based in Thorp, Washington, Justin Gibbens describes himself as a nature boy. The various creatures that abound in the Evergreen State as well as his imagination find their way into Gibbens’s paintings, which often combine media such as watercolor, gouache and tea. Gibbens has formal training in both Chinese painting techniques and scientific illustration — two influences that do not seem so disparate when combined in his sparse yet impactful artworks.
“It’s probably no surprise that much of my inspiration comes from all things that scamper and poke about in the thickets and undergrowth, inhabit the tide pools and ocean depths and fly through the ether,” said the artist in an email to Hi-Fructose. “Field guides, natural history museums and David Attenborough documentaries are also good.”…
I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.
one of the ways I would say my life has got better as a late twenties loser is that I find it so easy to laugh off people who think you can work your way out of depression by having three jobs or something, she says trying to think of something she can pretend to have done at the weekend other than sleeping.
oh, in case you were wondering why I started posting again, I lost my fancy arts job. when watching the video above of a squirrel trying to hide a nut in the fur of a bernese mountain dog, imagine the squirrel represents me and the nut represents my lifelong mental health issues.
the tutor of my poetry course was talking about how we ought to publish our work on tumblr to avoid the capitalist poetry machine and in a way I was kind of annoyed with him. just, a bit rich coming from someone who has four books out on legit poetry presses and makes money from tutoring jobs that wouldn’t be available to someone who published their poems on tumblr.com.
But I am kind of tempted by that path because a) I don’t feel comfortable sending my poems about lesbian guilt to poetry magazine editors b) my poems would probably be read by more people than if they were in a magazine, and everyone loves tumblr notes.
so basically, I’d be doing myself a massive disservice mainly out of fear. but it might make me look radical. I’ll probably do it.