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Shapes (Taken with Instagram at Garelick Steel Co.)

Shapes (Taken with Instagram at Garelick Steel Co.)

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Taken with Instagram at Garelick Steel Co.

Taken with Instagram at Garelick Steel Co.

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Taken with Instagram at Garelick Steel Co.

Taken with Instagram at Garelick Steel Co.

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Eric Dorschfeldt via 50 Watts

fer1972:

Eric Dorschfeldt via 50 Watts

(Source: spaceghostzombie, via donchurroman)

solemnxrequiem:

sherllllock:

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accio-superwhoavengerlock:

robinfootiepajamas:

i-have-been-johnlocked:

otoyaismyderplover:

ronweasley:

twinamericas:

221cbakerstreet:

aphotovici:

lil-banshee:

gaylienz:

eviljohnlock-shipper:

seaghdhasuil:



No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.

Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?

Yes

Welcome to Tumblr

Oh god it hurts why would you ever

The meteor was coming.
Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.
“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.
“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.
“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.
“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.
“Oh.”
She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.
“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”
“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.” 
“How do we play?”
One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.
“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.
“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”
She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.
Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.

what the fuck is wrong with you

NO

FUCKING DINOSAUR APOCALYPSE ANGST FICTION, WHAT ARE YOU

I have now officially seen everything.

I AM LEGITIMATELY CRYING WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?

I hope you all know that I read that ‘fanfiction’ in Little Foot and his mom’s voice. Excuse me while I dab the rain from my eyes.

DON’T YOU DARE BRING LITTLEFOOT INTO THIS

DON’T YOU EVEN MENTION LITTLE FOOT TO ME, YOU HEARTLESS WRETCH

solemnxrequiem:

sherllllock:

s-p-a-n:

accio-superwhoavengerlock:

robinfootiepajamas:

i-have-been-johnlocked:

otoyaismyderplover:

ronweasley:

twinamericas:

221cbakerstreet:

aphotovici:

lil-banshee:

gaylienz:

eviljohnlock-shipper:

seaghdhasuil:

No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.

Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?

Yes

Welcome to Tumblr

Oh god it hurts why would you ever

The meteor was coming.

Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.

“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.

“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.

“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.

“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.

“Oh.”

She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.

“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”

“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.” 

“How do we play?”

One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.

“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.

“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”

She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.

Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.

what the fuck is wrong with you

NO

FUCKING DINOSAUR APOCALYPSE ANGST FICTION, WHAT ARE YOU

I have now officially seen everything.

I AM LEGITIMATELY CRYING WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?

I hope you all know that I read that ‘fanfiction’ in Little Foot and his mom’s voice. Excuse me while I dab the rain from my eyes.

DON’T YOU DARE BRING LITTLEFOOT INTO THIS

DON’T YOU EVEN MENTION LITTLE FOOT TO ME, YOU HEARTLESS WRETCH

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Oh no. Doubts?

One of the main reasons I started a tumblr was so I could save really cool images and look back at them for when I need inspiration for…whatever (art, maybe?). Also, it was to plug my own super cool artwork. This summer, I haven’t made anything! I have doodled a little in my sketchbook, but its always a chore. I keep on making excuses about not making anything, but if I were really passionate about art, wouldn’t it be my favorite thing to do? Wouldn’t it take preference to watching television I don’t really like, reading, and general loafing? I worry that I dont have enough passion for the path that I have chosen. I like to dream big, but when it comes down to it, I am not productive. What am I doing.

teachingliteracy:

justintheamazingallan:

Confessions, public art project, The Cosmopolitan, Las Vegas, Nevada by Candy Chang.

For one month, Chang lived in Vegas. Visitors could stop by, enter a booth, write whatever thoughts they wanted to share, and drop the confession into a box that mixed anonymously with other slips. Chang then took the anonymous slips and displayed them on the walls, painting selected responses in white against a larger red canvas background. According to Chang’s website, “This project seeks to create a cathartic sanctuary for this temporary community and help us see we are not alone in our quirks, experiences and struggles as we try to lead fulfilling lives.”

Woah, there is no such thing as too much cheese. 

(Source: yoannmichaux)

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#peacock #taxidermy  (Taken with Instagram)

#peacock #taxidermy (Taken with Instagram)

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Day of the Dead Skull mug that I painted

Day of the Dead Skull mug that I painted

BATGIRL

BATGIRL

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retro star trek poster

retro star trek poster

I saw this on Buzzfeed. These are images of street art in a little town in Arizona. I thought they were really great and I love how the walls disintegrate