Findings Staws

wiratomkidney:

girlfriendsofthegalaxy:

ivegotapotofdirt:

atmilliways:

sucymemebabaran:

ah yes the four seasons. wet, hot, halloween, and christmas

In California it’s more like kinda chilly, hot, kinda chilly, Halloween that sometimes gets rained on, and Christmas that sometimes gets rained on.

In Massachusetts it’s cold, hot, warm, chilly, and fuck it all my tits are frozen. 

*disgutingly muggy, cold, coldest, and hoth

western pa: spring, death is coming, fall, death is coming

western washington: deadly rainstorms, beautiful clouds, hot enough to swim, beautiful dark clouds

relatableteenblogger:

in case you were having a bad day, here’s a picture of Yo-Yo Ma, the famous cellist, on the floor of a bathroom with a wombat

relatableteenblogger:

in case you were having a bad day, here’s a picture of Yo-Yo Ma, the famous cellist, on the floor of a bathroom with a wombat

(via wiratomkidney)

asylum-art:

Kris Kuksi Art

Facebook / on artnet

Born March 2, 1973, in Springfield Missouri and growing up in neighboring Kansas, Kris Kuksi spent his youth in rural seclusion and isolation along with a blue-collar, working mother, two significantly older brothers, and an absent father. Open country, sparse trees, and alcoholic stepfather, all paving the way for an individual saturated in imagination and introversion. His propensity for the unusual has been a constant since childhood, a lifelong fascination that lent itself to his macabre art later in life. The grotesque to him, as it seemed, was beautiful.

“A post-industrial Rococo master, Kris Kuksi obsessively arranges characters and architecture in asymmetric compositions with an exquisite sense of drama. Instead of stones and shells he uses screaming plastic soldiers, miniature engine blocks, towering spires and assorted debris to form his landscapes. The political, spiritual and material conflict within these shrines is enacted under the calm gaze of remote deities and august statuary. Kuksi manages to evoke, at once, a sanctum and a mausoleum for our suffocated spirit.” ~Guillermo del Toro

via I need a guide

(via genericshame)

fat-walda:

Daenerys Challenge: Day 4 - Favourite Location

That was when they lived in Braavos, in the big house with the red door. Dany had her own room there, with a lemon tree outside her window. After Ser Willem had died, the servants had stolen what little money they had left, and soon after they had been put out of the big house. Dany had cried when the red door closed behind them forever.

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liselotte-e:

Sometimes when I feel like crap I think about this and it makes everything a bit better.

liselotte-e:

Sometimes when I feel like crap I think about this and it makes everything a bit better.

(via homicidalbrunette)

danegan:

Holy shit, this is my new favorite thing.

danegan:

Holy shit, this is my new favorite thing.

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