The intensity of my boredom is directly proportionate with the percentage battery left on my phone during class. BEWARE: frustration building up.
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Mike Driver
Cosmic Funnies
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

shark vs the universe
d e v o n

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occasionally subtle

Kaledo Art
we're not kids anymore.
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Andulka
Not today Justin
YOU ARE THE REASON

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Product Placement
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The intensity of my boredom is directly proportionate with the percentage battery left on my phone during class. BEWARE: frustration building up.
ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?
Hmmm. I'd go with aliens.
He would not run. He could not run.
How the 2005 Cast of SNL Took Over TV in a Decade
jimntonic :') my favorite cast
Nostalgia.
jimntonic did you do this?
Adorable Game of Thrones Designs - Created by Anna-Maria Jung
Available for sale on Society6. You can also follow the artist on Tumblr!
The Walking Dead by Edward Pun / Blog
Love this.
Unspoken Bipolarity of Dusk and Dawn
Pyromania is often falsely identified as a mental illness; a flaw. Mental illnesses are deemed as flaws only because we choose to ignore how common they truly are. I beg to differ. There's a pyromaniac inside of you, just like the one in me. We look at stars who burn eternally; solely for the pleasure and affection they present our eyes. For the sun is the most seductive of mistresses; she will sting you like acid, eating up your flesh to the bones. For the sun is deceitful; she will nourish you during the day and leave you yearning in the night. For the sun will leave you delusional to the point where you are blinded, unable to embrace the moon's sublime devotion. Time is a solid measure of infatuation where frustration is the moon never getting the chance to cross paths with the dim-witted sun. They die, gracefully, each one giving the latter the space they need. Still, sun is foolish enough to pick guns over roses.
Green Fallacies
There has always been a very fine line between fact and fantasy. That very same line also exists between reality and surreality. Each and every one of us has had their own different beliefs when it comes to defining reality. You would choose to live where everything makes perfect sense when I would choose to be boundless and infinite in the lands of the deranged where the grass is blue and the sky is green. You would think I am being absurd and I would pity your lack of divine dementia.You would call this whole world real when I would rather call it surreal.
I believe that the pure concept of surreality softly portrays both the disorientation and the hallucinatory qualities of dreams; peculiarity; eccentricity. The problem is that most of us have not yet come to the prominent realisation that surreality could be graciously translated -one might say "rendered"- into a greatly stimulating emotion. We are all consumed by the vividness of a surrounding landscape or in the acquaintance of a newly discovered old soul to the point where we unintentionally neglect expressing the vital sensation that is, in fact, surreality.
The dream like state of surrealism is probably it's strongest connection to art. Ultimately, art is the place where one's surrealistic self meets one's altruistic self. "The Son of Man" has taught me that dreams are always subtle, yet simultaneously enigmatic. A self portrait by René Magritte, solely displaying a man with a green apple covering up the features of his face. A plain example of how curiosity can and will always strike you. Why would Magritte want his face to be obscured by a hovering green apple? I believe it is because there is an interest in that which is hidden and which the visible does not show us.
In the end, it all lies within how one person's imagination could lead them to strongly believe in the magical and asymmetrical notions of everything they see, hear, touch, or even taste. Sadly, most of us are short of the surreality needed for dreaming beyond what they can physically see. In order to reach that sweet oblivious nirvana; you just have to see things for what they truly aren't.
Joe Carol alternated his beliefs from Edgar Alan Poe to “Satin” himself. He believes we came on this Earth NOT to bring peace, but to kill. He is a disbeliever in God, and even if there is a God, Joe Carol is the devil or prophet of sin. I rate this season 7/10 and here is why:
1) It is TOO...