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shittyidea

Raincoats made out of cotton candy

senseitive

yeah hes cute but does he care about your mental health

strayghost

who wants to have a knife fight in the forest with me

busket

what knife size are we talking here

strayghost

its not the size that matters its the memories u make

aaliyahbreaux

Thinking youre attractive but having a lot of insecurities is like having a crush on yourself but not knowing if you like yourself back.

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SOMEONE SAID IT

alladoreqi

THIS!!!! Yes!!!!!

aestheticacadema

Angelina baby

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you wanna see some badass shit from the early 20th century?? The Lumière brothers created the first full color photograph… in fucking 1903! So these dudes dyed potatoes (in red, blue, and green), mashed them down into just pure fuckin’ starch, and used these dyed potato starches as filters to block out/let in certain wavelengths of light. They coated one side of a glass plate with the starches and sensitized the other side with a mixture of gelatin and light sensitive materials (silver nitrate) and loaded these plates in their cameras.. This is a really simple explanation of the process and I may have missed some things A few of my favorite autochrome photos:

galadrielles

She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a tower, hearing the wind howling through her hair and waiting for someone to come and rescue her from feeling things so deeply that her bones burned. She had plenty of evidence that she had a good life. She just couldn’t feel the life she had. It was as though she had cancer of the perspective.

Carrie Fisher, Postcards From the Edge (via thexfiles)

tastefullyoffensive

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Breakfast is ready!

tenderartistry

la cultura mexicana

december 2016

daughterofdiaspora

my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy.