The Viper Hunter

tyleroakley:

kyuubified:

Before & After Gummy Bears soaked in Vodka.

SOAK IT TO ME.

Beware: I’ve done this before, it gets you trashed, QUICK.

Party hard, but party safely.

The life of a dreamer…

Full of passion full of love
Not just for one
Not just for some
Liberty and justice for all 

designcloud:

Paper Darth Project by Lobulo Design

My roommate’s cat Tofu sitting in the hallway

I stood at the end of a tunnel…

Or maybe it was the beginning. It’s hard to tell how far you’ve come when you still feel like you haven’t gone anywhere. Don’t let your imagination die. I keep telling myself. I had a dream that I was somewhere back in time. Do you remember those days where every sunrise illuminated a new day of excitement and possibility? Those days where every moment was an opportunity and each second passed with you looking forward to the wonder and mystery of the next.

I scoff at that ridiculous thought…

Now I feel the cruelty of every passing moment as they abandon me each in turn. Those moments leave me clinging desperately to their fleeting presence. I beg the seconds not to slip so swiftly through the cracks between my trembling outstretched hands. I am so ashamed. I am what some would call youthful and here I am lusting like a lecher after my stolen moments long lost in time that passed, in truth, not too long ago. Can the sun envy the stars? I would give her leave to do so. 

If I could capture a glimpse of hope or a faint shimmer of possibility in any of these next few falling minutes I would keep my aching heart alive.

aggiephile:

Zasu Pitts

I remember when I used to shoot exclusively in black and white.
There’s more to the lack of color than style or circumstance. It forces you to search for more in the image. You’re not distracted by the sometimes superficiality of color. You get to imagine that it’s there or be completely blown away by how much you don’t even miss it. Could you imagine the world with no color? Could you imagine having to assign real depth and meaning to everyday objects? People?

Without color you have to define everything in your world through experience.
Maybe they would even become more than objects. Your red journal and your blue journal would become: the one my father gave to me when I was sick and in the hospital (or, the one that gave me hope); and the one I picked out at my favorite bookstore that day I had the vanilla latte and sat at the table next to the crying baby and his exhausted mother (or, the one that defined my solitude).

So here is the photo I took…
the day I realized how much my roommate loved her dog and I thought it would be nice to give her something special for her birthday that she could keep and cherish for years to come (or, the one that made me forget about color).

I just love this skeleton doll pattern from the DollsAndDaydreams Etsy shop. If Halloween was like Christmas these would make awesome presents. Why don’t people give gifts on Halloween? I think you’d get more interesting stuff…

poculum:

Stainless Steal Sculpture

By Shi Jinsong

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