edwardspoonhands:

kawaiimistake:

xelethaine:

mori-girl-life:

Saying Hello to the Dragon.

That is a fucking forest spirit and nobody will make me believe otherwise.

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Crying

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312097 04.14.14
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thismtnsoul:

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”

—    Anais Nin

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53 03.23.14
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baddovah:

Giant amethyst geode from Uruguay

no that’s a magic rock that has outer space in it

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republicx:

Silhouettes in the darkness by Martin Schapp. 

Martin was born in Germany, Cottbus, 1985. He is a freelance photographer and graphic designer in whose portfolio you can found a lot of various works. However, I mostly liked these, dark ones. All of them have mysterious silhouettes with their own journey and story. 

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981 03.05.14
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"Learn to be inspired by other people’s work, not discouraged by it."
2170 03.04.14
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strix-alba:

clandestineraptor:

yemite:

sarah531:

The other day I had a really good idea for a story:

A high school Shakespeare club angrily splits into two groups when they can’t agree on the correct interpretation of Romeo and Juliet. One group thinks it’s a cautionary tale about the stupidity of youth and shallow lust; the other group think it’s a beautiful tragedy about poisonous hatred conquered by love. Reconciliation seems impossible-

-then a person from one group falls in love with a person from the other

#it would be better if somehow EVERY OTHER SHAKESPEARE WAS HAPPENING AT ONCE#like you got a benedict and beatice b-story#and then somebody see’s their dad’s ghost#and there’s cross-dressing#and three upperclassmen tell macbeth he will be drama club president

Would these opposing factions by any chance be called the Cautionlets and the Romantigues?

attn: no-literally

# but can you work in ALL OF THE HISTORY PLAYS # several generations of class presidents with a lot of dramatic twists # only richard iii is taking place here but there’s a lot of references to the school’s history for dramatic class elections

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leupagus:

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people (and things) you have not mentioned in your coffeeshop au

  • the actor who comes in and wants to chat for hours about waiting for godot, saying things like “it really illuminates the inherent despair of the human condition! very, very inspiring, really. quite harrowing.”***
  • the man who comes in with a recipe for mixed, ground beans that is accurate to three decimal places. (your scales only measure to two places. the recipe is indecipherable.)
  • the small child who uses every single coffee sack as a punching bag
  • the two dancers who take it upon themselves to play with every single drygood in the shop and then, after thirty minutes of phone conversation, order one green tea latte (“do you not have almond milk? oh, what the hell, let’s live a little”)
  • the office workers who drew the short straw and have been sent out for eighteen orders of hot chocolate, all customized
  • the man who wants to unpack and try every single coffee grinder, and also can you show me that electric kettle! how does it work! oooh, that’s a nice grinder. is burr really better than - what’s the other kind again? and what about those teapots in the back?
  • the man who brings his own espresso mug
  • the man who doesn’t understand why you haven’t memorized his special yet, seriously, it’s been a whole day!
  • your coworker, who has been flavoring beans and now smells like an excoriating mixture of hazelnut, vanilla, pumpkin spice, and eggnog
  • your other coworker, who sees a Difficult Customer approaching and flees to the back room like a fucking bullet, apologizing all the while
  • your other coworker, who is in charge of the playlist and has to run to skip every other song because it contains 1) excessive drumming 2) excessive maudlin guitar 3) excessive use of the word “motherfucker” 4) is titled “starfuckers”
  • your boss’s unofficially adopted son, who comes in to get in the way and make coffee at a different time every single day, enters via the front door, disappears mysteriously at some point in the next hour, and apparently exits via the basement gates
  • the entire firehouse, who come in (collectively) at the same time as the entire local police station, are indistinguishably tall, and all want very different drinks
  • the customer who comes in five minutes before closing, when you’ve swept all the grinder stations, and orders fifteen pounds of coffee. “ground for paper, please.”
  • the customer who leads with the deceptively simple “oh, i’ll just have a…” and spends the next ten minutes describing exactly how they want their extra-hot triple-shot half-skim half-whole milk mochaccino with an extra shot of caramel, double cups, flat top, and can you make those shots tall please? and not so much foam. what do you mean that’s what a mochaccino is? can’t you just make a mocha? what do you mean a cafe mocha or a mochaccino? just a moccha! and a macchiato. wait, what do you mean that’s just an espresso shot with milk foam. they don’t do it like that at starbucks. oh. oh, okay. well, just the mochaccino then. thanks. (and then doesn’t tip. usually appears when there’s a line all the way to the door.)
  • your clothes, which will smell like coffee for the next three years
  • the apple cider steamer wand, which your other other coworker keeps leaving out to the side so you have a semipermanent burn because you keep hitting it when you pull shots
  • the time a dozen cartons of milk mysteriously go bad and you only find out after you add them to coffee
  • in keeping with that, the time you have to throw out a dozen consecutive cups of coffee, full of clumpy milk
  • the time you nearly knock over an empty espresso cup and, in a bid to save it, throw sixteen ounces of coffee in the air instead
  • the time the drip machine overflows. (rinse and repeat weekly.)
  • all the different ways you can pronounce “hazelnut”. language is a wonderful thing.
  • "what’s a fluffy angel?" me too, customer. me too.

***(not chris pine, but with definite ambitions in that direction)

#yesterday a small child attempted to chew on the counter (via unsuborsuper)

I’d read THIS coffeeshop AU like a motherfucker, firreals.

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allthingseurope:

Maramures, Romania (by dana vintu)

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flapplejacks:

art by Neil Simone

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352 02.14.14
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ambelies:

f-l-e-u-r-d-e-l-y-s:

Cosmovitral: Mexico’s Amazing Stained Glass Botanical Garden

Stained glass is invariably associated with place of worship.  Yet the lucky residents of the Mexican city of Toluca have a wonderful botanical garden replete with a host of incredibly stained glass windows.  As well as being a superb display of plants and art together, it is a tour de force in what to do with a building once it outlives its original purpose.

No one ever said this couldn’t be a place of worship or contemplation. It’s gorgeous.

(Source: asylum-art, via renleigh)

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