You are more home than the house I live in.
anne (via anneisrestless)
trying on a metaphor
todays bird

oozey mess
Claire Keane
occasionally subtle
Cosimo Galluzzi
wallacepolsom
will byers stan first human second
DEAR READER
KIROKAZE

Origami Around
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

ellievsbear

JBB: An Artblog!
d e v o n

@theartofmadeline

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shark vs the universe
styofa doing anything

Kiana Khansmith
seen from United States
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seen from Malaysia
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@peykar
You are more home than the house I live in.
anne (via anneisrestless)
Strange Loves (2):
Anne Emond
"Don't move there's something in your hair"
story of my life!!
disconnectedreality:
motherrose:
The History of a Fallen Giant, 1949
:(
why is this making me sad?
Peanuts
Sigue la bolita...
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bloglikeanegyptian:
another installment of my comic, featuring Qahera the hijabi superhero! this time its mostly about sexual harassment - and the majority of the themes in this comic are based on real experiences with street harassment.
for enlarged version
part 1 | part 2
Enjoying the Oregon sunshine
دریاچه سد امیرکبیر ، سد كرج
واریان
karaj
Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
— Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices (via volumexii)
MARTIN LUTHER KING JR., “THE DRUM MAJOR INSTINCT” SERMON