sweetguts:

lifeis4chumps:

no why

a marshmallow is squished beneath the weight of knowledge

(Source: effington)

posted 1 hour ago via queenscarab and tagged as KITTIES

furrylittlepeach:

In The Woods by Furry Little Peach
Finished painting & progress shot (Adding final details)

Come find me on Instagram

posted 2 hours ago via ereshkigal
posted 2 hours ago via sparky-sparkerson and tagged as Puppies

I’m going to be gone most of today, and I’m actually kinda happy about it because then I can’t obsess over PitchWars (as much).

posted 2 hours ago and tagged as BACONAL PitchWars

I am a piece of chalk
scrawling words on an empty blackboard.
I am a banner of smoke
that crosses the blue air and doesn’t dissolve.
I don’t believe that only sorrow
and misery can be written.
Happiness, too, can be precise:
Doctor, there’s a keen throbbing
on the left side of my chest
where my ribs are wrenched by joy.
Wings flutter in my shoulders
and blood courses through my body
like waves cresting on a choppy sea.
Look: the eyes blur with tears
and the tears clear.
My head is like skylight.
My heart is like dawn.

— Ed Hirsch [x] (via seastarved)

posted 2 hours ago via seastarved and tagged as words

paigeyylushh:

bigbardafree:

deciding i was pretty was the best thing that i ever did

one day i was just like

fuck this im pretty

and i was

i’m reblogging this twice because this is probably the truest statement I’ve ever come across. And it holds power and ability for every person struggling within themselves. use this because it will make a difference in your life.

posted 2 hours ago via owlflights

darkallieway:

obsessiforge:

nanenna:

madokasmagical:

Okay but consider this: mermaids in space

Space mermaids? As in: alien mermaids that live in the vacuum of space and swim between the stars? A setting that uses the analogy of deep space as the open ocean but keeps all the sea monsters? DO WANT!!

Luring astronauts into black holes with a song that carries across the void where no one can hear you scream

Not audible song, though—maybe they sing in frequencies that ship’s sensors pick up—as distress beacons, as spaceports, as fleets. They would have to be huge, to travel between stars, massive space-black bodes with biolumescent patterns, photosynthesizing pure starlight into fuel, too enormous and frail to hold up in the atmosphere of a world. Fins that catch solar radiation instead of water, schools of them slingshotting between stars. Eggs laid in the tails of comets that warm and hatch as they rocket around suns. Voices that are heard in the slow radio pulses of quasars; language of half-light. Homes in the shelters of nebulae, like clownfish and sea anemone. They gather together star-stuff, shape solar systems like we build houses. Maybe, like certain breeds of lobsters, they never stop growing, so there are a few really ancient ones, star-eaters, curled up and sleeping in the warm glow of red suns, layered over with a crust of asteroids; so big passing ships assume they are young worlds, the slow thrum of their heartbeats like the pulsing of a binary system. Mermaids so large a fleet of ships is little more than krill; the universe is vast, and they live in the darkness between tiny islands of light.  

posted 3 hours ago via seastarved

cross-connect:

Joshua Schaefer

Untitled

The work is a cathartic study of my own neurosis, exploring the external manifestations of introvert behavior. Our hands can speak volumes over our voices. Through this I have found myself in each model, the work becoming a practice of self-portraiture.

posted 3 hours ago via wimble-wamble

attackonsociallife:

quibbs:

tyleroakley:

outlawsoflove:

My class pretended to play dead.

Just as the Mayans predicted, the apocalypse came with the signal of a cough.

these middle schoolers read better than my high school honors english class

I REALLY HAVE TO REBLOG THIS IM SORRY THE FUCKING TEACHER

(Source: grimesoblivion)

posted 3 hours ago via wimble-wamble and tagged as That was AMAZING

boneycircus:

fauxcyclops:

morelikekanyebest:

only-ronnie:

i will never not reblog this

Dr. Seuss was a racist. He wouldn’t attach his words to an interracial romance. Here are seven racist cartoons he made about Japanese-Americans during WWII.

He also later apologized and wrote Horton Hears a Who! to illustrate his remorse for his previous way of thinking

(Source: tastysynapse)

posted 4 hours ago via telaris