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martinekenblog: Hoang Tran is a California native artist who carves incredibly detailed figurines in crayons.

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Icelandic sheep

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Where are they GOING

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TO VALHALLA

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Sacrificing themselves to the gods.

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HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH

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Everyone tells you what’s good for you. they don’t want you to find your own answers. They want you to believe theirs.

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I wish I could make his stress go away. Just soak it all up in a towel, wring it out, and wash out all the residual anguish. I want to take the burden of my problems off his shoulders. He doesn't need this. He has so many other things going on. I'm sick of it being all about me. His mighty arms hold the weight of our stress from the Earth...

Except this isn't his punishment. This is what he does out of love.

Our burdens and troubles become each others. I keep ours in my chest, hoping one day I don't explode.

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We went over this sheet in group therapy last week.

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contrary to popular belief, dry cleaning cashmere can actually be bad for the life of your sweater. the toxic chemicals used in dry cleaning can break down the fibers, and deodorant may cause discoloration. turns out, you should really be hand washing cashmere (it’ll be much softer too), so we...

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Zuhair Murad - Fall Winter 2013 2014

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SO MUCH GORGEOUS!!!

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Malala Yousafzai: The female role model for the next generation.

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Mary Janes

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A once lively, vivacious, and fiesty beast once dwelled in this body. Lately, the beast is dying, along with her thoughts, dreams, wishes, and hope. Optimism only does so much for an internal downward spiral. Her nails grind and chip against the hardened earth, crawling out of the hole that she has created for herself. ... I have made a monster out of myself. I became something that I absolutely hate; a simple-minded being. Transparent like cellophane. Who posseses vacant thoughts and over-edits her voice in order to appesar likeable and friendly. I lost my sense of self. My wit. My abrasive and crude nature. Relentless and merciless in the best "fierce bitch" way. My ability to be outspoken. Only because I wanted to please people. One person in particular. That blew up harder than I thought it would. Though this awful epiphany has occurred, it does not mean that the damage done can be fixed. If it can be repaired, it would be a miracle. My wall has only built itself higher and higher. Instead of exposing myself, I shut myself in and became this person that shut out the person that meant the most. Because I was too hung up striving to be this perfect being and focused less on who I am and what I want, think, and feel. I became so defensive whenever criticism was directed my way and retaliated instead of listened and process what was happening and why. I butchered the only thing I ever wanted and now it hangs by a thread. My only hope is that we pull through. We make it out alive. Together.