K'alila Rafiqi

"I'm a wanderess I'm a one night stand Don't belong to no city Don't belong to no man I'm the violence in the pouring rain I'm a hurricane" (main blog: doremikitty, Rinh: sylvankitty)

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colored/lined a sketch by my bff @lovelylilakitty !! i tried not to alter anything, but i just Can Not draw eyelashes for the life of me

[lovelylilakitty]

Lila, if she were in Black Desert Online.

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Aipoly Vision App helps visually impaired see the world through their smartphone

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Can we also talk about how this is the best translation tool for non English speakers? I want this for traveling!

[themightytej]

You’re telling me someone designed something widely useful AND remembered that colorblindness is a thing that exists?

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I’m. So. Excited. About. This.

[lovelylilakitty]

@gunzaki

[thedailyspriggan]

When you’re a healer and you accidentally pull something

[imogenpotts]

Natalie Dormer photographed by Eric Ray Davidson for Women’s Health - November 2015

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flarrow ladies meme: [3/6] ladies: Felicity Smoak

↳ “If I had accepted my life, I would be a cocktail waitress in Vegas like my mother, and I never would have gone to college, and I never would have moved a thousand miles away to work at Queen Consolidated, and I never would have believed some crazy guy in a hood when he told me I could be more than just some IT girl.”

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(2.23)

Love Arrow?

[drain-seeker]

“Why her?”

[badlalands]

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[themindmovement]

Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.

Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via themindmovement)

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[aquietdevastation]

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.

Sylvia Plath  (via imperfectmemory)

[ohsylvia]

I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

Sylvia Plath; The Bell Jar (via ohsylvia)