itchy

just when things are looking up

i start looking down. 

i still feel lonely

in intimate settings

i feel better, alone

in crowds. 

will you be there when the sun sets

when we have never seen the night?

what is fear, other than palpable?

an empty threat, or wise intuition

the last thought before death?

this is not a death sentence

this is the knowledge, that

what once would have stolen your last breath away

in fear and agony

have become glowing eyes in dark woods

watchful; wary, but with no effect. 

"Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. But let this be your honor: always to love more than you are loved and never to be second in this."

Friedrich Nietzsche, “Thus Spoke Zarathustra” (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via lifeinpoetry)

mrsweasley:

sir patrick is better than all of you

(via triumphantmisadventurer)

I miss live journal.

I miss reading long poorly written heartfelt things

And I miss writing for a guaranteed audience despite its bias and gossipy nature.

It was a magical, cruel and agonized, but beautiful puberty. I miss connecting to people like that.

Oh well then..

Tl;dr gimme your diaries.

africanfashion:

For those of you who criticize Janelle’s signature monochromatic look.
From her speech on “Black Girls Rock”:
“When I started my music career, I was a maid. I used to clean houses. My mother was a proud janitor. My stepfather, who raised me like his very own, worked at the post office and my father was a trashman. They all wore uniforms and that’s why I stand here today, in my black and white, and I wear my uniform to honor them.
This is a reminder that I have work to do. I have people to uplift. I have people to inspire. And today, I wear my uniform proudly as a Cover Girl. I want to be clear, young girls, I didn’t have to change who I was to become a Cover Girl. I didn’t have to become perfect because I’ve learned throughout my journey that perfection is the enemy of greatness.
Embrace what makes you unique, even if it makes others uncomfortable.” - Janelle Monáe

africanfashion:

For those of you who criticize Janelle’s signature monochromatic look.

From her speech on “Black Girls Rock”:

“When I started my music career, I was a maid. I used to clean houses. My mother was a proud janitor. My stepfather, who raised me like his very own, worked at the post office and my father was a trashman. They all wore uniforms and that’s why I stand here today, in my black and white, and I wear my uniform to honor them.

This is a reminder that I have work to do. I have people to uplift. I have people to inspire. And today, I wear my uniform proudly as a Cover Girl. I want to be clear, young girls, I didn’t have to change who I was to become a Cover Girl. I didn’t have to become perfect because I’ve learned throughout my journey that perfection is the enemy of greatness.

Embrace what makes you unique, even if it makes others uncomfortable.” - Janelle Monáe

(via onetricktofani)

(Source: websmith, via onetricktofani)

heroesofdigitalrock:

silencedrowns:

theomeganerd:

Metal Gear Solid ~ Cosplay by Rick Boer

i know not a lot of people add comments to posts reblogging but just gotta say you know what makes this incredible? the weathering on the costume and the location. Without these it’d be a damn good cosplay. With those… holy fuck is this real life I can’t hit reblog fast enough.

Not gonna lie. I though this was a screenshot and then an action figure before I read the thing.

I AM SO IMPRESSED

(via mayonneighs)

poorartists:

Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

“I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

poorartists:

Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

“I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

(via triumphantmisadventurer)

I want an art nouveau tattoo of this scene on my arm. Stat. 

I want an art nouveau tattoo of this scene on my arm. Stat. 

(Source: pharritya, via dylancashman)

supersonicelectronic:

Richard Morris.
Illustrations and paintings by Richard Morris:
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supersonicelectronic:

Richard Morris.

Illustrations and paintings by Richard Morris:

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