Accountability
I am responsible for the consequences of the decisions I have made. I am both the creator and the product of my own environment.
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Accountability
I am responsible for the consequences of the decisions I have made. I am both the creator and the product of my own environment.
One of the best feelings ever is when someone compliments you on something you’re really insecure about and they don’t know that you’re insecure about it so you know they genuinely mean it and it’s just such a nice feeling
Me: *gets anxious* Me: chill
Me: *gets jealous* Me: chill
Me: *overthinks* Me: chill
Me: *gets clingy* Me: chill
OHMYGOD.
Why would there be a bottle of wine on the stove?!
WTF Barbie you can’t use a cutting board for a bulletin board
BARBIE! you should know better than to leave a cheese grater on the edge of the fridge! someone could get hurt!
Um, okay, DOES NO ONE REALIZE THAT BARBIE is cleaning her kitchen floor with a garden hose? Get it together, Barbie.
OH MY GOD BARBIE! ARE YOU JUST GOING TO LEAVE THOSE DIRTY DISHES IN YOUR SINK? SERIOUSLY GET IT TOGETHER BARBIE!
…Seriously?
People. Wow. Open your EYES.
Is NOBODY going to point out how Barbie is CLEANING HER FLOOR
IN
WHITE
PANTS???
CLOSE THE DAMN REFRIGERATOR! YOUR LETTING ALL THGE COLD OUT!
Barbie, seriously? The blender on top of the fridge? You could get hurt!!1
Guys for the love of god how can you not notice the freaking rat next to the fridge?! WTF Barbie? Clean your house more often, would ya?
Barbie, who the hell puts a calculator on their fridge. COME ON! GET WITH THE TIMES!
I love how everyone pretends not to notice the toaster next to the sink. BARBIE! YOU COULD GET ELECTROCUTED IF THAT FELL IN! GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER GURL!
what the hell is wrong with you people???!?!?!
omfg how can you not notice the fact the fridge has three layers of drawers on the bottom? what the fuck?? barbie fridges dont work that way im sorry
SERIOUSLY?!! YOU PEOPLE ARE SICK! CAN YOU SEE THAT A SERIOUS CRIME HAS BEEN COMMITTED HERE?!!
THAT WALLPAPER! IT’S HIDEOUS! Get a freakin’ sense of style, woman!
theres a dead body
Who’s the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?
Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger (via wordsnquotes)
You’re welcome.
Okay. But how do you draw lettuce?
Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another? We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person’s essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?
Haruki Murakami (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Sweetheart, I have this insatiable longing to be loved and understood. A hankering for validation. What is that? The same reason birds fly in flocks and stock markets bubble? Some residuum of the herd instinct? I guess it doesn’t matter. What matters is that when I’m with you, I feel loved and understood. I want to know you, study every inch of your mind. But can you ever truly know a person? We exist only in our little skulls, trapped in indecipherability. Perhaps one day we’ll create machines to scan and decode our brains’ electric hums, so we can read each other’s unguarded thoughts, or walk around in one another’s dreams. There will be no separation, no fear. Only communion. I could finally lose myself to you, in an exultant surrender. What are you? You are tenderness. You are warmth. Some miraculous shard of evanescent moon. You are a page of the most euphonious words any Earthling language could muster, and I am here, bruised and waiting for you in the marginalia. Ever yours xx
Benedict Smith, Letter #3 (via quoted-books)
Sweetheart, I know it’s hard right now. Just to endure. A sort of day-to-day disintegration. It’s hard for me too. Sometimes I feel as though I’m miles under soil, waiting for someone to unearth me. I don’t mean to avoid you. I avoid even the people I care for. It’s a kind of madness. I am a confused jumble of neuroses and delusions, a bewildered couch potato, but I love you. It’s such a miracle that we’re here at all. That, billions of years ago, we hatched out of some empyreal cosmic egg. Were it not for an infinite string of fortuitous happenings and unhappenings, we might not even know each other. And I’m glad we do. You spend so much time worrying that you’re ugly, but you’re beautiful. You conjure up imagined flaws and let them consume you. I get that too, though. My body paralyses me with anxiety. Fuck that. Prettiness is a genetic accident. We’re just an ephemeral collection of subatomic particles. Ancient energy, forged in the furnaces of stars, momentarily suspended in a soap bubble. You worry you’re not pretty enough to be revelled in, but everyone is. You’re radiant, and I adore you. Things will get better. Hell, if the universe is cyclical, they already have. Ever yours xx
Benedict Smith, Letter #1 (via wnq-writers)
me: joins tumblr for fun
me: starts to critically analyze almost every aspect of modern society
We become what we are.
PARIS WAS NOT NAMED AFTER PARIS HILTON YOU DIPSHIT
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Harnaam Kaur – “My beard has 100% become a part of my body. It is the source of my strength and confidence,” she said. “I keep my hair to show the world a different, confident, diverse and strong image of a woman… . I look at it and is it a sign to me that we are all different and none of us are born the same.“
- Full shoot
Harnaam Kaur has been featured here before, but this is a great photoshoot. She has polycystic ovary syndrome, a disorder which can cause male pattern hair growth in women. As she is a Sikh, and her religion forbids hair removal, she has kept her facial hair untouched, through years of bullying (and even her parents’ opposition - they wanted her to have an easier life).
“All that matters to me at the moment is that I love myself,” she explained. “I love my beard and all my other little quirks – my tattoos, my scars, stretch marks and blemishes. I want other women to find the strength that I have. If I had any message it would be to live the way you want – it’s your journey and it’s your life.”
Instagram lets you zoom with double tap now. Finally. Try it on someone’s really old selfie.
Tumblrati Evilus. Exhibit 1.
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