The feeling of not wanting to go on is mighty strong tonight.
So this guy started talking to me on kik and it wasn’t that nice really. As you can see he called me all sorts of stuff as fat, told me to cut my wrists and to go back being anorexic. I told him I’d post our convo on my tumblr and he begged me not to since he was afraid he’s gf would see it, and I don’t want to ruin their relathionship but I’m not gonna be silent about this either. So when i told him id post it he posted a little bit of our convo instead where I called him a bitch, so now I’m getting shit for it. And not just this, he even called his own gf horrible. I’d be very very happy if you could spread this, apparently I’m not the first one.
SIGNAL BOOST THIS. MAKE THE GIRLFRIEND FIND THIS
THIS ISN’T OKAY. SIGNAL BOOST. NOW.
This little girl
Is going to grow up
And find out
About all of these
And spend her life
What the fuck happened
Because you little shits
Cannot contain yoursleves
i reblogged this before but we actually started playing this game and it has resulted in spilled drinks, flying cigarettes, and friends getting hit in the gut with 5lb crystal balls
it is fantastic
249 photos merged into one image using the lighten layer-blending mode in photoshop. Made from a timelapse of the Northern Lights that I shot on October 8th, 2013. I thought I went far enough out into the field to line up Polaris (the north star) with the peak of the barn roof, but it turns out I went a little too far. I’m just happy I got a few decent timelapses of the Northern Lights. It’s something I’ve only seen a few times in my life.
July 30, 2012, 2012, silkscreen on methacrylate, 202x70x45 cm. View of
“At 03:30 A. M. on the night of June 5, 1992”,T293 Gallery, Naples, 2012
I went for a walk and a cup of tea with Mr.B earlier which was lovely, and this afternoon i’ve been working on new ring and pendant designs. They were drawn in really fine blue berol then I edited the colours in Photoshop
remember the time
you kissed me
and the world
with tangled fingertips
and crisscrossed breaths
and hearts pounding with the sound
of mustang hooves upon the prairie
cicada singing the rhythms
the world forgot long before
‘til everything stopped
and our entwined nerve endings
sang and danced like
ginger rogers and fred astaire
while gene kelly tiptapped his way
through our racing heartbeats