I fucking hate James Tissot’s paintings because in ALL OF THEM there is ALWAYS someone staring right at you, but it’s not always immediately visible. You just feel watched by this mf. Sometimes the little shit is right there at the centre, but others the bastard is just gazing from the distance, it is CREEPY, my guys
I remember when the sixpence slavery drama first broke out I learned more about modern slavery on my dash than I ever learned in a class
The way people were like “you ignorant americans don’t understand anything, my family also has a child slave and we treat him like he’s family!!!!” quite a week to be on tumblr