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dainty-daysies-blog

dappledwithshadow

Vincent van Gogh Still Life with Roses and Sunflowers 1886

30000fps

pajamaben

doctor: are you sexually active?

me: yes

*doctor takes a deep breath and sighs*

doctor: can you describe what its like? please

gosh

70years

dato-georgia-caucasus

Little Red Vibing Hood- hand sewn festival hoods

GOLD TEARDROP AND GREEN DRAGON FESTIVAL HOODS UP ON MY ETSY NOW

These hoods are one of a kind and I’m almost out of the Green Dragon fabric, so hop on the shop now to grab yours for festival season :)

I hand sew these myself with love so each is completely unique. The inside is lined with a soft black fabric with gold specks. They’re perfect for festivals/raves, performance, costumes, etc :)

I also take custom orders! You can request one on my etsy page.

If you’re going to Summer Camp, Electric Forest, Bass Center, or Summer Set message me on etsy to find out how you can pre order a hood to pick up at the fest for no shipping cost and at a discount from your order <3

http://www.etsy.com/shop/LittleRedVibingHood

drugsandtvshowsallday

artdeath

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.” In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over. Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms. When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare

Caitlin Moran (via paintgod)