dawnawakened:

Alison Scarpulla, Dreamscapes (2012)


"I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly."

—Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via soulsscrawl)

red-lipstick:

Marta Klonowska (b. 1964, Warsaw, Poland) - Animal sculptures made from shattered glass pieces. Represented by: Lorch + Seide Gallery.


"Es ist bitter, auf einem Planeten zu leben, auf dem 2 Männer, die sich küssen, mehr Kopfschütteln ernten als 2 Männer, die sich prügeln."

-Donna (via vierundzwanzigstermai)

BITTE EINEN APPLAUS ODER EIN SEGEN AN DIESEN POST ODER DIESE PERSON DIE DAS GEÄUßERT HAT

(via kaltekippe)


enitsircbby:

ladyinterior:

Artist Hikaru Cho Takes Part in the Amnesty International’s Global Campaign “My Body My Rights”


ihatecispeople:

notfuckingcishet:

waterbearwhiskers:

the-goddamazon:

cubebreaker:

The Rethink Homelessness campaign aims to dispel stereotypes and remind us that the circumstances which lead to living on the streets could happen to each and every one of us.

Because a lot of people—mainly motherfuckers who don’t really understand struggle—think all homeless people are alcoholic drug addicts…especially Black homeless people.

Because victims of alcohol and drug abuse don’t deserve shelter??

And ya know, any of the people in these pictures could be alcoholics and drug addicts. Alcohol and drug addiction are also things that could happen to each and every one of us, especially after becoming homeless. 

As I’ve explained before: when you’ve homeless two of your biggest problems are often going to be being cold and being bored. You have infinite time but almost nothing that you can do without getting arrested. You have to suffer the cold not for a night, not for a week but indefinitely. Guess what’s the cheapest way to feel less cold and less bored for a while, while also putting necessary calories into your body? Alcohol. Guess what might give you that one moment of joy that helps you push through the shitty cold that is your every day life? a hit. 

If what you learn from this photoshoot is ‘not alcoholics and drug addicts’, you also need to change your perspective on what alcoholics and drug addicts are and why you think they are so unworthy of your respect. 

Another thing to keep in mind, is that a big problem for homeless drug addicts (and drug addicts in general) is withdrawal. For some drugs, the withdrawal is absolute hell. You get physically sick. And it can be dangerous if you’re not in a safe space, which homeless people may not have access to.


dunkelblaue-flecken:

edleswesen:

Manche sind eben schwul. So wie andere blaue Augen haben.

Irgendwie finde ich das schön, fragt mich nicht wieso.


arquerio:

mountain sound by Careless Edition on Flickr.


welkinlions:

Pandora, 1908

Thomas Benjamin Kennington (7 April 1856 – 10 December 1916) was an English genre, social realist and portrait painter. He was a founder member of the New English Art Club (NEAC) and the Imperial Arts League.


"Distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It’s for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It’s for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don’t see it nearly enough…"

—Loving From A Distance (x)

rawand-invincible:

johnnyhotboi:

ionicsky:

extrasad:

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottom of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

fuck

I’m so obsessed with this.


"He calls each and every star by name. It’s not likely that He’s forgotten yours."

—Louie Giglio   (via a-quiline)

burgrs:

how dare u ignore me after ive made 0 attempts at talking to u


binnorie:

Volume Rendering CT scans by voxel123 








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