floccinaucinihilipilificationa is my soul
Kill me. Kill me with sudden explosive lung movements and lip curls upward.
Annie K. Blake
Which stone sets your heart aflutter?
Fractal art is a type of digital art that’s considered new media. It’s not drawn or painted by hand, rather, fractal-generating software is used that relies on mathematical calculations to visually display objects. Italy-born Silvia Cordedda was made aware of fractal art in 2012, and has since amassed a body of work that’s nothing short of extraordinary.
Her 3D abstract art is often centered on flowers but ones that could never exist in this world. The translucent nature of the pedals coupled with the brilliant variety of colours makes each flower look as if it could only exist in our dreams or perhaps a wonderful, magical world.
When you need to see someone you pissed off.
I want one of those scenes in a dude bro film where “tomboy” chick has to wear a dress to go undercover or whatever, but instead of the guys drooling as she walks down the stairs, they’re like “k. U need to stop. Go put the cargo pants back on. You look super uncomfortable and awkward in that. Brutus, you go be the fake prostitute.”
I’m just imagining this super ripped guy called Brutus being like ‘YESSS!!! I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE THE FAKE PROSTITUTE!! Now is my time to shine!!’
so I got inspired… and had to make a comic….
*wipes away a single tear* Yes.
Mad Max: Fury Road Signs
“— of them dictionaries.”
Why I don’t bother cleaning my room anymore.
Variety puts joy in life.
Unfortunately, Zeus was feeling horny.
It just worked out this way, kid you not.
Whenever I ask anyone out
We’re missing the one where they both go “Fucking Men”
So when I saw this picture for the new Pixar movie Inside Out,
at first I thought the characters were three women and two aliens, but after seeing the trailer I realized the purple and red things were supposed to be dudes. After tracing their faces, I figured out why I was so weirded out:
literally why the hell are toilets still so loud it is 2015 and i have to wake up the entire house if my bladder decides to sacrifice its contents to the porcelain gods in the middle of the night they have invented quiet vacuums just in case you feel the need to suck up some damn dirt at 3 am but i have never heard a toilet that doesn’t sound as loud as a volcanic eruption my goodness #endloudtoilets2k15
Reblogged in the middle of the night after the porcelain demigod has been loud.
These are photos of three people with nothing to fear.
We knew this was coming, and we didn’t care. Not really.
Since 2011, cancer and death were our constant companions, but we didn’t pay them any mind, didn’t give them any more space than they absolutely required, and in turn, they were as gracious as two assholes can possibly be.
But now our armistice has come to an end.
All cancer is terrible but brain cancer is particularly heinous. It kills you a thousand different times, with a thousand different indignities. It deserves an SVU spinoff, and I am its Olivia Benson. I want to make it pay.
Aaron weathered each of these assaults with grace. When seizures meant he’d never drive again. When the tumor shut down his left arm and made it impossible for him to hold our son on his own. When treatment meant he needed to sleep 18-20 hours a day instead of coming to swimming lessons or even the grocery store, the basic functions of life that we take for granted or are even annoyed by.
Because of his grace, we were able to spend the past three years not just being alive, but living. We still went to work and paid our bills. We raised our son and cooked dinner (okay, we ordered in). We worked on our house and watched a ton of movies. We traveled, we went to shows (so many shows). We had a child and lost a child and buried my father, together.
Looking through photos from the past few years gives me the same butterflies I had when Aaron and I were falling in love. He was so electrically alive that he sparked a new fire inside of me, lifted the veil of ennui I’d been under and made me, at my core, a happier person.
As he was dying, my father said to my sister and me “we never really leave one another,” and I know he was not bullshitting us just to make us feel better. He is in my bones and all around me.
Aaron has one foot in another world. He is flying through space on a Methadone Ship, but he drops in from time to time, opens his wild eyes to say hello or continue a conversation that’s been happening in his head.
I’ll always be with you. He says.
Unless you’re peeing. That’s gross. Also, please start shutting the door when you pee. I mean it. No more peeing with the door half open it’s fucking disgusting.
Okay. I promise.
In these brief moments of clarity he also tells me that it’s going to be okay. It’s a familiar refrain, one that he’s been saying since October 31, 2011. He never changed his tune, even when there was another brain tumor, another surgery, another schedule of chemo and radiation and uncertainty.
Every time he says it, I believe him.
So far, he’s always been right.
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Warsan Shire (via thecircuitousroute)
I do have a tendency to fall for someone too quickly, and then scare them with the intensity of the emotion.
Batman getting thrown under the bus by every single member of the Justice League
no wonder he secretly plotted ways to kill them all ‘if they went bad’
Even Luthor knew.
So many flavors, so little time.
Worse of all, no one to share that time with.
Too late for me! Save yourselves!