alejandro is playing some demonic ass LSD dream emulator game and this scary random ass face popped up i s2g if i die tonight im blaming him

ughsocialjustice:

*logs onto tumblr*

*logs off*

nya-kin:

AFROPUNK music festival in NYC (x)

decrepit-skin:

St. Mark’s Place

New York, NY

8/24/14

http://tentacruelty.tumblr.com/post/96131630725/stopheterophobia-your-loud-vocal-annoyance-and

stopheterophobia:

your loud, vocal annoyance and disgust towards children is not neutral just because you don’t have/plan on having children. you are still adding to and upholding a culture that allows child abuse to happen. it doesn’t matter if this is your intent or not.

children cannot…

pinmeupagainstthesky:

These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand. 

chungarees:

Alexa Chung for Lifestyle Mirror

my 2nd pair ✨

mlikboy