floateron:

frozenfontana:

iaintnopapaya:

Disney Princesses as sloths.

but why

why not

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asylum-art:

Creative Sculptures by Hedi Xandt

Hedi Xandt imagines impressive sculptures. Mixing styles and materials with talent, the artist invites us to discover his dark and intense universe.

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unamusedsloth:

Looks like he found some amazing cereal

unamusedsloth:

Looks like he found some amazing cereal

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eatsleepdraw:

theartrocketblog.tumblr.com

eatsleepdraw:

theartrocketblog.tumblr.com

I see you artstrider, and I will comply.

Hit shuffle on your iPod, media player, or phone and write down the first 10 songs. Then pass it on to 10 people. One Rule: No Skipping

"Carmen: Parle: Moi DeMa Mere" Fritz Reiner// "Morning Song" The Lumineers// "Decompression- Debilitation" The Impossibles// "The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot" Brand New// "Be Comfortable, Creature" Explosions in the Sky// "Ghosting" Mother Mother// "Pride" Manchester Orchestra// "Brave New World" Weezer// "Black Dog" Led Zeppelin// "Yes I Can" Sammy Davis JR.

I’m looking at you lemonykristen, papercraneheart, morbidlyobama, theradishgod, thealmightyhufflepuff427, inactivelyverby, phanoftheheart, theperks0fbeingme, zmobiegirl,@indiemovieboyfried.

Sometimes you’re the poet. Sometimes you’re the poem.

"

Here’s what our parents never taught us:

You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.

You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.

A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.

You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It’s okay.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.

You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.

All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.

You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.

One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.

Molt.
Don’t be afraid.

Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.

You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.

But it’s okay. I promise.

Remember,
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.

"

"Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us," Shinji Moon (via avvfvl)

(Source: commovente, via artstrider)

He says I have  “intimacy issues” I just think he’s allergic to awesome.

He says I have “intimacy issues” I just think he’s allergic to awesome.