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YOU ARE THE REASON

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“Baby, love never felt so good.”
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“Baby, love never felt so good.”
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“You’re still the one I run to. The one that I belong to. You’re still the one I want for life.”
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Pull my finger.
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
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Sandra: But to your question of like, do we do anything to [build the tension between us]…I don’t know why we [talking to Jodie] get this question often. It’s not like, it’s not like we text each other or talk to each other or don’t talk to each other [Jodie agreeing in the background]. I think Jodie and I…Jodie and I just have a natural chemistry together and I think we listen to each other really well.
Jodie: Also, life kind of imitated art in the way that we were separated like the characters were, and then when we came to that scene where they meet for the first time -
Sandra: It was like finally. Let’s act together.
Jodie: Yeah, it was just as the moment was in real life and that’s just the way it kind of panned out.
Sandra: I mean, Eve is thinking about Villanelle…all the time. So, in a way, I am thinking about Jodie all the time as Villanelle. So it’s not like it’s something blank, you are actually focusing on that face.
💀 The Black Parade - alternative cover and packaging 💀
I’ve always loved the black parade but never really liked it’s artwork so I completely reimagined and redesigned it 👻
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Hey guys! I don’t know how many of you will see this but I want to say thanks for almost 500 notes on my Black Parade redesign. I’ve been reading the tags on all your reblogs and I’m really happy that you all like it so much!
Also I’ve seen a lot of people saying that they would like to buy the wolfbone sweatshirt I designed. I’m thinking of selling them so I would like to know how many people are actually interested! If you would really like to have one maybe reply to this post or something idk
And if any artist out there that sells their art has any advice for someone whose never done that before I would love to hear it :)
You’re single because you’re single. It’s not because you texted too much or too little or waited 33 minutes to respond because he took 23. It’s not because you met up with your ex that night at 5 a.m. that no one knows about, or because you kissed another boy after a date with a loser. You’re not single because you spit food on that date or tripped coming out the the movie theatre. You’re not single because you hurt your first boyfriend really badly when you were 15 or because you have yet, to this day, to apologize. It’s not because you were secretly jealous when your friend got a boyfriend or that a guy you dated for two months now has a really cute girlfriend and looks really happy. And you’re happy for him. But still ill that he found someone before you. You’re not single because you slept with your ex boyfriend. You’re not single because half the world found out when you didn’t even want to remember it yourself. You’re not single because you think the guy your friend wants to hook you up with is ugly or not tall enough. It’s not because you’re not willing to put up with someone who doesn’t brush their teeth on a regular basis. You’re not single because your standards are too high. Good for you for having standards. It’s not because you didn’t like that really, really good guy who wanted to take you on a date and you just weren’t feeling it. And it’s not because you like to wear pajama pants as soon as you get home and wash all the makeup off your face. You’re not single because you didn’t learn enough from the past or would rather chill on a Friday night with your blanket and a cold beer than shower, get ready, and go out. You’re not single because something is wrong with you. You are single because you are single. It’s really as simple as that. You haven’t made the connection with another heart yet. You can get dolled up, dress cute, cut your hair, dye your hair, tweeze your eyebrows, put on lipstick and you may still. be. single. You can go out to a bar hoping to meet the love of your life and not find a damn one in the place attractive. And it’s going to remain that way until it’s time for you to find one. Stop hoping for it. Start living the life that you do have instead of wishing for things that you don’t have. There will come a time you’ll meet a boy and you’ll have to give up some of this single freedom you currently have. Start being more thankful. Start doing that now.
Why You’re Single by Amanda Crute (via wet-violet)
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