i had a bit of a “is that a crowd i see before me? come, let me have a panic attack in it!” moment this morning, so OF COURSE the best idea i’ve ever had is to watch “painted with words” and have creys over benedict cumberbatch playing van gogh & getting all excited about turner, that seems like a great plan!

oh god whyyyyy

“There is a similar reluctance about taking me into the house as there would be about having a large shaggy dog in the house; he’ll come into the room with his wet paws, and he’s so shaggy, he’ll get in everyone’s way…bark so loud…in short, he’s a filthy animal. Very well, but the animal has a human history, and, although it’s a dog, a human soul, one with finer feelings than that, capable of feeling what people say about him, which an ordinary dog can’t do.”

(this is from when van gogh had to move back in with his parents after they’d had a huge fight about him being weird, and he’d stormed off for a while. is…is van gogh secretly a cranky, dutch sirius black?)

“YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS!”

“why may that man on the left not have a knee?”

YOU, GOOD SIR, ARE A COCK.

“Painting and screwing around a lot aren’t compatible.”