irrreversibility:

boys cry
girls masturbate
boys can like pink and not be gay
girls can have short hair and not be a lesbian
boys can like ballet
girls can like video games
boys can be hot without a six pack
girls can be hot without a hairless body
boys can have hair down to their waists
girls can have stretch marks, curves and back fat

gender doesn’t determine what you can and cannot enjoy, what you can and cannot look like or what you can and cannot do

readmore-worryless:

"Too many books?" I believe the phrase you’re looking for is "not enough bookshelves".


Skeletons - Real Friends

Skeletons - Real Friends

partickstump:

i :) am :) so :) stressed :) about :) everything :) all :) the :) time :)

accionerds:

Inmates and their crimes

youngblackandvegan:

black—lamb:

these photos were taken earlier this year when I attended school in Tennessee (my 4th year to be exact)

I don’t know if you can tell but I was very sad at the time…

Sad is actually an understatement… I never would have guessed I would be sleeping in my car and in hotels all while trying to get my education at a place that literally hated me… Or the idea of what I represented.

This piece, “Overhead” was one done in response to being told “create a work about how you are feeling”

At the time I felt so empty and lonely that it physically hurt…

"Overhead" represents the idea of a dark cloud overtaking a persons’ life… How the feelings of sadness can have a physical weight of it’s own… A presence if you will…

I spent 5 days/nights (even after the piece was due) to finish this room sized installation. It consisted of over 500 fishing lines attached to a 15 x 20 ft grid and pounds of scrap bubble wrap …
I did not finish the piece on time even when I asked for an extension… I just wanted to do my best..in my mind, it would all pay off…

It didn’t. My professor: a racist homophobic sexist conservative man took it as his opportunity to put me in my place… To break me… At the end of the year he failed me….an advanced sculpture student who had always made A’s and who had received scholarships for my work…

Fast forward to now… I wish I could have told the person I was a couple months ago that everything was going to be ok…

I’m now in NYC. Things are not perfect but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Tennessee broke me… But I’m so thankful it did. I was meant to be pushed away from that place.

I’m free.


It was a visual metaphor of how the feeling of sadness

wow. thank you for sharing. this stirred something in me

stability:

floral-ink:

stability:

why is my bedroom always so hot

maybe because it holds a portal to hell because satan himself thinks you’re a cutie and is reaching from the depths of hell to touch that booty

i love the science side of tumblr

"Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside."
— wow this made me sad. (via jumpscare)
honeychurch:

Seamus Heaney’s last words: ”Don’t be afraid” (Noli timere), painted by Dublin artist Maser

honeychurch:

Seamus Heaney’s last words: ”Don’t be afraid” (Noli timere), painted by Dublin artist Maser

clannyphantom:

you’re all a lot hotter than you think