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jossmayfair:

twitch-the-tiny:

kingkeenanthegreat:

dash-of-dark:

JUST FUCKING LISTEN. 

THIS IS HALLOWEEN BUT NOT LIKE YOU KNOW IT

reblog so others can hear it!

Where the hell are the Victorian Goths they should be all over this.

*SMASHES REBLOG BUTTON*

72o11

A little doodle inspired by Kaneoya Sachiko :^)

A little doodle inspired by Kaneoya Sachiko :^)

aquariantides:

adulthood is just an endless stream of phone calls you don’t want to make but have to

cathaycay:

Stress doodle. Feeling kind of down but this was nice to draw.

cathaycay:

Stress doodle. Feeling kind of down but this was nice to draw.

I like going on sumopaint where I have all of my old drawings and looking at them because w o w some of these are actually pretty good

infiniteneeya:

❤ Baskin Robbins Japan Halloween 2014 Offerings! 

reapergrellsutcliff:

Ciel Phantomhive((The original art can be found here - . by 黄身 - Please go show the artist some love! - Do not remove the artist-source information!))

reapergrellsutcliff:

Ciel Phantomhive

((The original art can be found here - . by 黄身 - Please go show the artist some love! - Do not remove the artist-source information!))

filthy-weaboo:

Pharrell confirmed for GIANT FUCKING WEABOO JESUS CHRIST IT DOESN’T STOP
scarlet-flowers:

Credit: congee

When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

Ann Druyan (via theremina)

asylum-art:

Vogue Spain October 2006 - “Retrato de una dama” (Portrait of a Lady) - Photography by  Juan Gotti