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Claire Keane
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ellievsbear
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Keni

Kiana Khansmith
art blog(derogatory)

Product Placement
Sweet Seals For You, Always

PR's Tumblrdome
trying on a metaphor
Cosimo Galluzzi
dirt enthusiast

Kaledo Art

oozey mess
Three Goblin Art

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almost home

Andulka

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@seraphic5
Color Me Purple
Color me purple, I beg you, color me purple. * A stolen wink A broken caress A forgotten hello A half-remembered goodbye kiss. The assault of vulnerability The pleading eyes, piercing the cold heart. The imagined innocence The constructed truths The benign language, All worshipping At the tomb of forgotten meaning. * Color me black, No color me grey (I know yet I don't know). Color me slowly. * The embarrassed laugh The thumping heart. (A kid's eagerness to please?) The scared sweat The clashing of teeth The inhaling of the other's breath. A forced kiss and a preteen kid. * Color me white. Listen to the broken pleas, Please, color me white! * "It was so long back, All forgotten and Reconstructed in your head. It was only a forced kiss Barely lasting few seconds. The nightmares are your construction." (Do I wish them every night then?) "But you said yes. You imagine and victimize yourself. I never negated you, only read selectively. You turn vile in retrospect, you accuse me and hurt me. I respect you. But what if, maybe, I can help you? Your no is a yes, For everyone wants it. I have a friend... Just meet them once! Well, you let him in on your bed." * Color me nothing And leave me alone! * Color me purple Not coz my soul has turned black and blue From your honey coated words, But coz I have found my people. Color me grey Not coz you see me confused But coz I know why I need time. Color me black Not for the abuse, the grief, and the black dog But for I am happy with me. Color me white Not coz then the erasure will hurt less But coz I have found someone who understands me well.
You may feel like youāre failing at recovery because youāve been struggling for so long ā but youāre not. Recovery isnāt a straight road. It isnāt something that happens over the course of a few days or months, or even a few years. Itās a path lined with ups and downs and road blocks and dead ends. Itās difficult and painful and exhausting. And it takes time. It takes time to unlearn the negative beliefs youāve internalized. And it takes time to learn how to exist without using the behaviors youāve depended on your whole life to survive. So if youāre feeling stuck right now, know that this is a part of your process. Know that itās normal and not anything you need to be ashamed of. The fact that youāre still struggling doesnāt mean youāre going to be battling this forever. It just means that you have some more work to do. And thatās okay. You arenāt broken or hopeless. Youāre wounded, but you can heal. You are healing, right now. Trust that you will get to where you need to be when itās time. Youāre doing the best you can to cope and make it through each day, and itās enough. No matter where youāre at in your recovery, youāre enough.
Daniell Koepke (via internal-acceptance-movement)
College students only have 2 levels of stress:
1) I donāt give a fuck
2) OH MY GOD IF I CANāT DO THIS MY LIFE IS OVER IāM GONNA HAVE TO WORK AT MCDONALDS
There is no in between.
Badass vintage and modern female movie characters
What if we were allowed to wear our souls on the outside? Maybe then the world would not think of us as fools to shed our pretences and stand soul naked in front of a thousand indifferent eyes, singing our off-tune songs, begging and pleading for the deaf ears to pay heed to the song that is trapped inside of us waiting to burst out.
If only it were fashionable to wear our souls out in the open and not hide it under the layers of pretence. So whenever we would meet each other with pleasant smiles and hi-fives and even firm handshakes, we would also silently recognise in each otherās eyes our true souls and in a blink we would almost communicate āIāll see your soul and raise you mine.ā We would exist in contradictions and paradoxes without feeling the weight of being pulled apart by antithetical forces splintering and colliding parts of us inside us. Maybe then each of our fractured fragmented soul would shine out as shattered nuclear reactors, becoming beacons of hope for the isolated, shipwrecked souls that would have got tired of weathering the storm and might be on the verge of giving up.
Yes, it would be still performances, and we would still be unsure of who we really are. But it would be beautiful because our performances will be different, not weighed down by who expects what of us. There wonāt be expectations from us and maybe that would be the only expectation under whose weight we will crumble piece by piece. There will be malice and jealousy, bravery and cowardice, gentleness and fierceness, kindness and heartlessness. They all might coexist within some of us (and separately for the luckier ones amongst us). But these would be nouns arbitrarily assigned devoid of meaning because when we all will be soul naked in front of each other we would see what we all are and nouns and labels would mean nothing. There would be no indifferent eyes, only eyes that see and accept all, and ears that hear tunes in our songs for no song would be off-tune then.
It would always be soul on soul. No pretence attached.
~ Musings of a Fool
My life right now. š
MY GRANDPA WANTED TO BE AN ARTIST
BUT HE HAD 7 KIDS AND A WIFE TO FEED SO HE ENDED UP OWNING A GROCERY STORE AFTER SERVING IN WW2
TODAY MY DAD WAS CLEANING THE HOUSE AND FOUND SOMEĀ PENCIL DRAWINGSĀ THAT MY GRANDPA DID AND ASKED IF I WANTED TO HAVE THEM AND I
CAN WE JUST LOOK AT THIS
MY BAD WEBCAM PICTURES DONāT EVEN DO THEM JUSTICE LIKE LOOK AT THESE
MY GRANDPA NEVER BECAME A FAMOUS ARTIST
BUT I WANT TO MAKE HIM KNOWN
this is so beautiful hell im crying
i wish ur grandpa could know that almost 1 million people have seen his artwork.Ā
To worry or to smile, such is the choice when we are assailed by the strange; our decision depends on how familiar we are with our own ghosts.
Julia Kristeva (via somelittlejoy)
Magnets + tilt.
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My lesbian lit lists
Although flattered by the honor bestowed upon me by littleoases, I really canāt claim to be an expert on lesbian literature; there are others who have far more knowledge than I do, with fuckyeahlesbianliterature being preeminent in the field, IMO. However, I have read quite a bit of it, and since itās not always easy to find, I have come up with some recommendations/suggestions to share with folks seeking out lesbian fiction. For those who are interested, here is a list of lesfic posts I have made:Ā
My Top Five All-Time Lesbian Fiction FavoritesĀ
Review of Her Name in the Sky by Kelly Quindlen
Books by Carol Anshaw
Books by Lucy Jane Bledsoe
Books by R J Samuel
Book suggestions for lesbian, queer, and questioning girlsĀ
Lesbian Lit: Pulp fiction
Lesbian Lit: Canon classicsĀ
Lesbian Lit: Humor
Lesbian Lit: Romance
Crewniverse!
love Steven Universe, itās an amazing show made by Rebecca Sugar! And as much as i love her, i feel like the rest of the crew donāt get much recognition! So hereās a masterpost of where you can find the crew onli ( I recommend you go and follow all of them! )
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rebeccasugar
ianjq
joethejohnston
hilaryflorido
jeffliujeffliu
@raveneesimo
stevensugar
ducksofrubber
waltzforluma
colin-howard
troffie
surasshu
laurenzuke
neo-rama
egomatter
Rebecca Sugar
Ian JQ
Lauren Zuke
Jeff Liu
Amber Rogers
Steven Sugar
Katie Mitroff
Danny Hynes
Lamar Abrams
Emily Walus
Ben Levin
Matt BurnettĀ
Aivi Tran
Surasshu
Sam Bosma
Jeremy Sorese
Angie Wang
( List doesnāt include voice actors, sorry )
I hope this list helps show we need to share awareness for our fellow crew members!
Iām sorry, you were saying something about how asexuality is a ādisorderā?
The American Psychiatric Association disagrees with you.Ā Officially.Ā In print.
i am so jealous of all the people who are comfortable with who they are physically and mentally
college tipsĀ
- do Ā not Ā take Ā 8 am classes
- dont take 3 hr classes that only meet once a week
- sleepĀ
- when u write an essay pick out the quotes/examples u want and write the essay around it
- email ur teachers and meet with ur advisors regularly
- quizlet
- TRIPLE CHECK YOUR ALARMSĀ
- bring tupperware to the dining hall to smuggle out extra food
- dont wear your lanyard around your neck
- try to group your classes together in back-to-back time blocks. you wont want to go back to class once you get home
- STAY ON TOP OF YOUR HOMEWORK EVEN IF THERE ARE OPEN DUE DATES
- when walking on the sidewalk keep all the way to the right especially if your pace is slow
- yes, sometimes we can hear the music through your earbuds. we really donāt care or mind
- try not to eat a whole bunch after 10PM, especially fatty foods like pizza or lots of pop. youāll get stomach aches in the morning
- nerd clubs are 100% okay and there are tons of students who share your interests with you, you just have to look
- take out the fucking trash
-if youāre in a completely silent library, be courteous of others and donāt blare your music through your earbuds PLEASE
-always sit by plug outlets
-enjoy your time off
-keep a log of all passwords and usernames for online homework (YOU WILL HAVE ONLINE HOMEWORK)
-get a planner
-geT A PLANNER
-GET A PLANNER
-USE the planner
-ps 8ams arenāt that bad if itās not every day
*has one uncomfortable interaction* *is fucked up for 3 days*
me: *goes to nasa* hello i would like to volunteer to be thrown into the sun nasa: u would die me: i beg u