cuntysupreme:

tealwig:

dirtylittledamsel:

Kim and Kanye need to chill

Thank god Azealia escaped, I need to listen to BWET

Azealia needa watch ha ass, her record company is sending Kim & Kanye after ha smh

cuntysupreme:

tealwig:

dirtylittledamsel:

Kim and Kanye need to chill

Thank god Azealia escaped, I need to listen to BWET

Azealia needa watch ha ass, her record company is sending Kim & Kanye after ha smh

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Lets start this day off as we end it…dark and sweet just like my coffee…!

Lets start this day off as we end it…dark and sweet just like my coffee…!

asylum-art:

Kevin Francis Gray Art

Kevin Francis Gray’s 2005 body of work was so hugely appealing: London youths—the freaks and oft-romanticized street tribes of the East End—were cast as towering Rodin-like figures. These figures wore jeans, tanks, and sneakers; their faces obscured by hoodies and veils. It was urban ghetto-gothic street style immortalized in ancient materials like bronze, marble, and black resin. A once fleeting feeling was rendered permanent, mythical almost.

(Source: f-l-e-u-r-d-e-l-y-s)

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statue of Lucifer by Paul Fryer

i found this on the internet and i thought it was a must go on my blog

http://future-imp3rfect.tumblr.com/

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repulsion66:

Dimitris Anastasiou - The Surgery
pencil on paper

repulsion66:

Dimitris Anastasiou - The Surgery

pencil on paper

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mid0nz:

gwendabond:

best-of-memes:

Love foxes

They’re just so strange. (Not behemoth-depths strange, but strange nonetheless.)

I have to reblog this because spirit animal. My mother’s. It was the middle of May in the middle of the day in 1999 when we buried her. After nearly everyone left her grave side but before she was lowered I paused to stand there with my aunt and S.O. A red fox appeared in broad daylight out of nowhere in the cemetary in the middle of Tulsa, Oklahoma. It ran up to her headstone, paused and ran away. We were totally stunned. I was 29. I didn’t know she had it in her to send me something to laugh about on my worst day. Every time I see this post, these images they make me feel happy and warm inside. Like a hug from my mom. Plus fox in snow!

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#DriverDuties #MumRun #Saturday #KeepFocused #Writer #Creative #Bald #Beard #BeardGang #Glasses #London

#DriverDuties #MumRun #Saturday #KeepFocused #Writer #Creative #Bald #Beard #BeardGang #Glasses #London

Special post today… Did #InsanityDay9 then the #ALSIceBucketChallenge #GoBeastOrGoHome #Focus #DigDeep #NoPainNoGain #NoMercy  #NoSurrender #Cold #Forzen @birjub @sadia87uk @s_aceslounge

Special post today… Did #InsanityDay9 then the #ALSIceBucketChallenge #GoBeastOrGoHome #Focus #DigDeep #NoPainNoGain #NoMercy #NoSurrender #Cold #Forzen @birjub @sadia87uk @s_aceslounge

scribebynight:

(✿ಠ ∩ಠ)✒ Calligraphy 📓(◡‿◡✿)

(Source: 100daysofwordsonpictures)

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centuriespast:

Bakota
Copper
Brass
Wood
Guardian Spirit
Penn Museum

centuriespast:

Bakota

Copper

Brass

Wood

Guardian Spirit

Penn Museum

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humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” (Kampala, Uganda)

humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” 

(Kampala, Uganda)

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