Special 11

"Bad luck isn’t brought by broken mirrors, but by broken minds."

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 21:19:47 +0200

“Bad luck isn’t brought by broken mirrors, but by broken minds.”

- Suspiria (1977)

fandom-mused-fandom-games: 1 note = 1 pixel for your fandom’s...

Mon, 27 May 2013 13:24:20 +0200

1 note = 1 pixel for your fandom’s symbol (shown above) in an art piece I’m making

If you would like to see all of the fandoms, look through these posts

IF YOU DON’T SEE YOUR FANDOM, send me a message saying what fandoms I missed and I’ll add them

If you would like to know more about the project, read this post

FOLLOW ME TO KEEP UPDATED ON THE PROJECT/SEE THE FINISHED PROJECT

Photo

Mon, 20 May 2013 02:20:01 +0200

"The odd thing about this life is always that you spend half your time trying to get people to listen..."

Sun, 12 May 2013 00:08:44 +0200

“The odd thing about this life is always that you spend half your time trying to get people to listen to you and the rest of the time trying to get them to leave you the fuck alone.”

- Tom Waits (via theselittlewondersstillremain)

burrowklown: con-affetto-kiko: A series of prototype posters I...

Thu, 09 May 2013 02:11:15 +0200

burrowklown:

con-affetto-kiko:

A series of prototype posters I did to address verbal abuse.

I was kind enough to have willing models and a great photographer. Thank you for all your help.

This is awesome. I approve.

Dante’s Inferno: a guide to hell

Tue, 07 May 2013 22:44:51 +0200

Dante’s Inferno: a guide to hell

What I would do if Tumblr shut down:

Tue, 07 May 2013 22:34:52 +0200

What I would do if Tumblr shut down::

laugh-addict:

omg i laughed so hard.

heylilyhilily: I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS.

Sun, 05 May 2013 03:54:05 +0200

heylilyhilily:

I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS.

I am simply so terribly alone. Sleeping constantly because I know each day that follows will be...

Sat, 04 May 2013 22:25:00 +0200

I am simply so terribly alone.

Sleeping constantly because I know each day that follows will be the same. Lonely and cold and painful.

I wish i could find a way out of this.

cominghomeforyou: This is the official ‘i care’ symbol. This...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 23:12:43 +0200

cominghomeforyou:

This is the official ‘i care’ symbol. This is how it works:

Basically you reblog this, and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at their message.

No, I didn’t understand. How could I understand? I finished reading The Magus and I still...

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 00:55:17 +0100

No, I didn’t understand. How could I understand?

I finished reading The Magus and I still don’t understand. I’m crying, but I don’t understand.

All I remember is you kissing my knee but I DON’T UNDERSTAND. I CAN’T UNDERSTAND. I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND.

cursivekisses: Things I find strangely pretty: dust swimming...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 01:19:51 +0100

cursivekisses:

Things I find strangely pretty: dust swimming in the afternoon sun.

bbook: Marina Abramovic meets Ulay “Marina Abramovic and Ulay...

Tue, 05 Mar 2013 01:30:51 +0100

bbook:

Marina Abramovic meets Ulay

“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”

This is amazing.

WHEN THEY FELT THE RELATIONSHIP HAD RUN ITS COURSE, THEY DECIDED TO WALK THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA, EACH FROM ONE END, MEETING FOR ONE LAST BIG HUG IN THE MIDDLE AND NEVER SEEING EACH OTHER AGAIN.

THAT IS HOW YOU DO IT.

I invited him to the performance because we shared 12 years of work, but I had no idea he was going to sit. So when he sat in front of me it was really so emotional, everybody could see because it was reflecting everything we went through together. In one of our performances, “The Night Sea Crossing,” we sat across from each other and he could not do it and I could. That’s why I replaced him with the public. I didn’t think he would ever sit in the chair opposite me, so when he did, I broke all the rules. I just thought that in that place at that moment there were no rules. I just needed to hold his hand and feel togetherness in that moment, which was very emotional.

memorizes: russiandirectionerandbelieber: a-cidlife: vans-supr...

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 04:34:23 +0100

memorizes:

russiandirectionerandbelieber:

a-cidlife:

vans-supreme:

exhele:

dysphorism:

princess-margaret:

yourblazesburn:

osteogenesis-imperfecta:

straightinatbella:

thatmissunderstoodkid:

frank-1e:

okleave:

reblog and make a wish

this is my second time reblogging and my first wish came true so

i have to

why not

i did this a few days ago and it also came true, i was freaked out like fuck

hmmmmmmmmmmmm

here goes nothing

well lets see

love this

i remember a few months ago, wishing that my crush would like me back on this post

and now he’s my bf

..WISHING AGAIN. YAY

you :(

Not going to lie, I made a wish when I reblogged this this morning, and my wish came true an hour ago.

1 million notes omfg

Everyone who reblogs this by 1st March will have their url written on a piece of paper and left somewhere in London

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 01:56:23 +0100

seekgreatperhaps:

I’ll do the whole take photos of it and tag you as well.

I carried you inside me. I carried you inside me, as a different life. It became part of me over...

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 19:21:14 +0100

I carried you inside me. I carried you inside me, as a different life. It became part of me over time. But I had to get it out. It was a parasite, love. Who would have guessed that killing it meant killing everything? Who killed us, love? What happened? Why did you leave me alone?

Honey, I miss you terribly.

Fri, 25 Jan 2013 20:42:25 +0100

Honey, I miss you terribly.

Have you ever:

Fri, 25 Jan 2013 20:40:49 +0100

Have you ever:
1. Skipped class? Yes.
2. Done drugs? Yes.
3. Self harmed? Yes.
4. Drank? Understatement :D
5. Shoplifted? No.
6. Gotten a tattoo? Four.
7. Broken up with someone? Yes.
What's your favorite:
8. Show? Top Gear UK
9. Movie? There are many. Scarface. The Godfather II, Donnie Darko
10. Song? My current favourite is Calyx & Teebee- Elevate this Sound
11. Tumblr? Can't pick.
12. Singer/Band? My current favourite is Florence and the Machine.
13. Memory? Last summer.
14. Book? The Portrait of Dorian Gray.
This or that:
15. Invisibility or Ability to fly? Invisibility.
16. Cookies or Cake? Cookies.
17. Twitter or Facebook? Tumblr.
18. Movies or Books? They both have their own perks.
19. Coke or Sprite? Coke.
20. Blind or Deaf? Deaf.
21. Tea or Coffee? Coffee.
What's your:
22. Age? 22
23. Sign? Aries.
24. Height? 1.75 cm
25. Sexual orientation? Straight.
26. Shoe size? It depends on the shoe.
27. Religion? I'm spiritual, not religious.
28. Longest relationship? Almost 3 years.
Opinion on:
29. Gay rights? People have the right to love whomever their heart desire.
30. Second chances? Maybe.
31. Long distance relationships? I don't see them as 'relationships'.
32. Abortion? Fully agree with it.
33. The death penalty? Yes, for rapists, pedophiles and serial killers.
34. Marijuana? Yes.
35. Love? I don't trust love.
Do you:
36. Believe in ghost? I believe there are entities out there, among us.
37. Shower facing the shower head or turned away from it? Both ways.
38. Sleep with the door opened or closed? Closed, always closed.
39. Love someone? ...
40. Still watch cartoons? Always.
41. Have a boyfriend/girlfriend? No.
42. Like yourself? Yes, I do.

It’s almost impossible to describe how much I missed you voice. And the way my fingers feel...

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 19:27:51 +0100

It’s almost impossible to describe how much I missed you voice. And the way my fingers feel when they lose themselves in your hair. All the pit fires of hell couldn’t reach such fierceness.

You kissed my hand. The palm of my hand. It was late at night, I think and we were sitting in your...

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 03:24:00 +0100

You kissed my hand. The palm of my hand. It was late at night, I think and we were sitting in your bed and I was caressing your face. A simple gesture, like we’ve been doing it for years. Then your eyes closed, all of a sudden, your head tilted slightly and I felt your lips on the soft skin of my palm. I wonder if you noticed that for a moment, I pulled my hand into a fist. I was afraid, you see. I was terribly afraid to let that kiss go away.