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butdoctorwho:

amaleia-rose:

“What if a weeping angel fell in love with a human, but she could never touch or talk to him, and just followed him around all day. And then, just once, she followed too close, and accidentally touched him, and this was the result.”

I never cried because of an weeping angel’s life until now

butdoctorwho:

amaleia-rose:

“What if a weeping angel fell in love with a human, but she could never touch or talk to him, and just followed him around all day. And then, just once, she followed too close, and accidentally touched him, and this was the result.”

I never cried because of an weeping angel’s life until now

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voldemortcantstoptherock:

How The Face Changes With Shifting A Light Source

This is so crazy.

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baliset:

ain’t no party like a Gatsby party because a Gatsby party don’t stop until at least two people are dead and everyone is disillusioned with the jazz age as a whole

(via embellissement)

arpeggia:

Anya Gallaccio - Red on Green, 2012

Artist’s statement:

Red on Green will see the decay and destruction of 10,000 red roses laid in a field upon the gallery floor.

Fragrant, soft and velvety, the voluptuousness of the roses en masse evokes romance and decadence that is slowly allowed to blacken like scabs and die. The thorns and stems, which will be underneath the petals could be seen as a reminder of something quite dangerous. I like the mixture of celebration with death or decay - but it is important that people bring their own experience to the work, that it is evocative and sensual enough to enable this to happen.

The extravagance of a pile of roses, which have their heads pulled off as an aggressive and obsessive gesture, along the lines of ‘loves me, loves me not”, is a passionate thing, but isn’t intended to be sentimental.”

Image source: Jupiter Artland, giornalettismo

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vintagenatgeographic:

A vendor peddling wax prints in Lome, Togo
National Geographic | June 1994

vintagenatgeographic:

A vendor peddling wax prints in Lome, Togo

National Geographic | June 1994

roseisreturning:

mermaids don’t have thigh gaps but they can still lure men to their deaths

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// I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY HANDS//

summer just got potentially super weird and awkward and like how do i function when am i writing this paper internet hold me internet comfort me internet idk what to do anymoreee

The heart is extremely fertile soil. Whatever is planted there, good or bad, will take root and grow.
Abdul Nasir Jangda (via larmoyante)

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world-shaker:

There’s a place for this in every classroom management system.

world-shaker:

There’s a place for this in every classroom management system.

Carolyn, 19, MN-->CA. If anyone wants to mail me a cat, let me know. I'm a little too into being a crazy liberal, baby animals, well placed art, and travel. #teamfatamy that is all.