featherspine:

Second piece - frills vulvas by Lisa Garbage Face 2012

featherspine:

Second piece - frills vulvas by Lisa Garbage Face 2012

My first love
was some insignificant boy
when it should have been
myself.
Michelle K., First Love. (via michellekpoems)
ronbeckdesigns:

Ceramic sculpture by Christopher David White 

ronbeckdesigns:

Ceramic sculpture by Christopher David White 

How to Draw

loveyouheichou:

1. You have no talent

2. Mr. Tentacles has all the talent

3. If you are lucky, some of Mr. Tentacles’ talent may rub off on you

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You have to be odd to be number one.
Dr. Seuss

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Rainbow Eucalyptus trees on Maui, Hawaii
These haven’t been painted. The phenomenon is caused by patches of bark peeling off at various times and the colors are indicators of age. A newly shed outer bark reveals bright greens which darken over time into blues and purples and then orange and red tones.

Rainbow Eucalyptus trees on Maui, Hawaii

These haven’t been painted. The phenomenon is caused by patches of bark peeling off at various times and the colors are indicators of age. A newly shed outer bark reveals bright greens which darken over time into blues and purples and then orange and red tones.

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One.
You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.

Two.
She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.

Three.
When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.

Four.
In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.

Five.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.

Six.
You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.

The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb  (via splitterherzen)

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