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mindswondering:

some drag queens are a much better influence in young girls than some teen queen pop stars out there.

(Source: hmspoofta, via fresheima)

<3

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xcarolynnn:

cloudydayrealestate:

the satisfaction

One time in like 5th grade I had this teacher and she gave us all bottles of shit like this and told us to squeeze it all out and of course we were like fuck yeah and did it and then she said, “Now, try and shove it all back in the container.” Of course we all tried, and then stared at her confused as shit. When we all obviously gave up, she said, “In the moment, you were so consumed with what you were doing that you didn’t realize the mess you were making. Then, after it was so quickly and easily poured out, you realize it is impossible to put it all back in. Remember this for the rest of your lives when it comes to the words that come out of your mouth” and we were like 10 so we were like yeah ok whatever lady, but somehow to this day I think of it constantly. 

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tyleroakley:

Me, looking in a mirror.

tyleroakley:

Me, looking in a mirror.

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“You are perfectly entitled to invent your life and to claim that it’s true.”

—   James Salter (via theparisreview)

“[The] average daydream is about fourteen seconds long and [we] have about two thousand of them per day. In other words, we spend about half of our waking hours — one-third of our lives on earth — spinning fantasies.”

—   Jonathan Gottschall, “The Storytelling Animal” – the science of how we came to live and breathe stories. (via perfect)

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On tumblr the author is not just dead but also long forgotten.

actegratuit:

Mark Manders 

Venice at The Dutch Pavilion

giannibugnosagace:

ibowtonoman:

robotindisguise:

Banana Dolphins

it’s that time of year

B.


Bananadolfins!

giannibugnosagace:

ibowtonoman:

robotindisguise:

Banana Dolphins

it’s that time of year

B.

Bananadolfins!

(via actegratuit)

doloresdepalabra:

Sofie Muller’s work is confusing. With immense craftsmanship she gives all her images a deceptive aesthetic that burns with an unexpectedly deep presence. The impact of the formative years of a human life are cast in bronze or drawn with smoke and they show how imposed standards, a single event in your adolescence or painful memories can cause an upheaval and lay new foundations. Subtle and hidden below the surface of each image, filtering through behind a closed look. The characters in the artist’s oeuvre share the same inner defect or scar, the same inherent complexity and contradiction. Never obvious stereotypes, but a complicated labyrinth of resistance and acquiescence, despair and certainty. These images speak in a burningly relevant voice. They bear witness to what remains ineradicable and leaves its traces. Even now, and later too. Like fire. And smoke.

Kristof Reulens (2012)