Create yourself over. Find yourself again. @goodnightmare - Tumblr Blog

concept: i am eleven years old and waving from a school bus to strangers. people glance up at me and scowl. they are too busy. a passing train: a woman catches my eye for a split second that will last forever in my mind and waves, keeps waving, even as she recedes into the distance. we both remember each other, and we both know there is no chance of reuniting.

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i still think of her

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in the warm afternoon we roast our vegetables. our home is on the edge of a forest, and in the quiet you might hear the ocean. maybe we’ll invite our families or friends. or maybe we’ll eat alone. maybe we’ll eat outside in the sunshine. it’s so easy to fall asleep. it’s so warm and quiet.

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there is a steady stream that leads to a river. the river is wide, and edged by lush grass. it is a pale blue, pure and crisp. drink from it and swim in it, let it absorb your sorrow. it is shallow, mostly, but wade further in and you could dive deep if you wanted to. swim to the island in its centre. there is a tree to rest beneath. it will only turn to night if you wish it to.

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concept: i am sending you so much love through the screen right now and by the time you finish reading this you will have received a little package of peace and love. there u go

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future me needed to read this. another concept: i am sending gratitude and compassion to my past self. you’ll be okay. thank you for your resilience.

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Jaq Chartier, Small Study, (RBG), 2018, Acrylic, inks, dyes, stains, spray paint on wood, 11 x 14 in.

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I’ve finally managed to make a vine compilation short enough that Tumblr will let me post it!

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I thought it wasn’t possible to crack an egg in your palm like that how to fuck did he

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This is a good one 12/10

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this is legit my favorite vine compilation ever, i’m crying

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#Erin your friend Jackie is in it and it’s a different vine than usual! – lmao omg elvira your tags are the best

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hazmat suit with “JUICY” bedazzled on the ass

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im about to come out to my parents (i’m a heteroromantic demisapiosexual, meaning i only feel sexual attraction to smart people i already have a strong emotional bond with). i hope they accept my Queer identity

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guys im shaking my mom threw condoms at me and told me to go bang a dumbass i dont know what to do please help me

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Journalist Ken Griffiths took photos of his parents in their garden in 1973 and onward.

Year-after-year, this loving couple had their portrait shot outside their home, with them standing in the same location. We look on as the pair ages, their yard changes, and in the end, life changes dramatically.

Photographer Ken Griffiths captured this series of photographs for the Sunday Times. The series tells us the story of long-lived love, and in the end, the loneliness of loss.

Ken’s works are always give us a glimpse behind the scenes of people’s lives or entire communities, but this series is one of the most dramatic, giving us a real touch of the remorse of loss as we become engaged in the couple’s lives and the husband’s lonely stand in the final picture.