Nothing Is Real

In Minneapolis.

In Minneapolis.

shadowsofthemind:

This evening was a rollercoaster, but at least I didn’t look half bad.

(via teenage-voodoo-queen)

In Minneapolis.

In Minneapolis.

In Minneapolis.

In Minneapolis.


Pixiv ID: 24619317Member: 三村椎茸
Pixiv ID: 24619317
Member: 三村椎茸

(via no6-sources)

In Minneapolis.

In Minneapolis.

itsbrebby:

permguerrero:

maghrabiyya:

raw-r-evolution:

chocolatefitspo:

ayeeeeeeeeeeebohp:

Take 5 minutes out of your morning/night to educate yourself on this young man LL. The brother was LYNCHED. “Crackertown”, North Carolina. Been gone since the morning of Aug. 29th. Day of his first football game of his senior year. All that hard work in the summer for nothin’. #JusticeForLennonLacy

This needs more light..

racism needs to hurry up and DIE

http://globalgrind.com/2014/10/14/lennon-lacys-death-hanging-killed-about-list
So he was found hanging, the morning of his first big game that he had been preparing for all year, wearing somebody else’s shoes, with his brand new shoes missing. he had a white girlfriend, openly racist neighbours, confederate flags everywhere, marks on his face indicating he was in a fight just minutes before..
This was not a suicide, no way in hell. This was a modern day lynching.
I hope they get answers soon. Poor boy.

This is a fucking shame.

See world, you’re no good

itsbrebby:

permguerrero:

maghrabiyya:

raw-r-evolution:

chocolatefitspo:

ayeeeeeeeeeeebohp:

Take 5 minutes out of your morning/night to educate yourself on this young man LL. The brother was LYNCHED. “Crackertown”, North Carolina. Been gone since the morning of Aug. 29th. Day of his first football game of his senior year. All that hard work in the summer for nothin’. #JusticeForLennonLacy

This needs more light..

racism needs to hurry up and DIE

http://globalgrind.com/2014/10/14/lennon-lacys-death-hanging-killed-about-list

So he was found hanging, the morning of his first big game that he had been preparing for all year, wearing somebody else’s shoes, with his brand new shoes missing. he had a white girlfriend, openly racist neighbours, confederate flags everywhere, marks on his face indicating he was in a fight just minutes before..

This was not a suicide, no way in hell. This was a modern day lynching.

I hope they get answers soon. Poor boy.

This is a fucking shame.

See world, you’re no good

(via sunnybunniez)

In Minneapolis.

In Minneapolis.

icewindandboringhorror:

anyways here take a bad picture of boy me
~bow down to the knit sweater and hxc jacket combo~
i think I’m going to only post pictures of boy me on this sideblog now (his little blog lol). I mean I’ll still reblog them here, but I’ll source them to his page. Since it’s like a thing now and he’s an entity separate from me. That way if you don’t give a hoot about me but you like him, you can track him exclusively and not have to put up with me and my ridiculous normal self ahaha

icewindandboringhorror:

anyways here take a bad picture of boy me

~bow down to the knit sweater and hxc jacket combo~

i think I’m going to only post pictures of boy me on this sideblog now (his little blog lol). I mean I’ll still reblog them here, but I’ll source them to his page. Since it’s like a thing now and he’s an entity separate from me. That way if you don’t give a hoot about me but you like him, you can track him exclusively and not have to put up with me and my ridiculous normal self ahaha

(via teenage-voodoo-queen)

In Minneapolis.

In Minneapolis.

In Minneapolis.

In Minneapolis.

dudewrath-the-exalted:

oddbagel:

jaxtellerhelps:

tuckedshirts:

pretendersrpa:

slippingintoacomabored:

traumacomplex:

no but imagine the tally marks turning black if their love is requited.

and then imagine the tally marks becoming a scar when the one they love dies.

Imagine someone with no tally marks meeting someone with 50 tally marks

Imagine someone with no tally marks starting to like someone with all tally marks scarred 

imagine aromantics with no tally marks laughing at this tally mark bullshit system
imagine someone afraid of being in love suddenly getting a tally mark
imagine someone married with a single nice black tally mark has a new one just appear
imagine someone with a single scarred mark that refuses to love again gets a new mark and it’s black
imagine someone who falls in love too easily having a lot of marks
imagine nurses at old people homes taking care of people with scarred marks, black marks, and no marks

Imagine a dolphin with human legs. Like a normal fucking dolphin except it gets up and walks around on human legs. Wouldn’t that be fucking nuts. Just my contribution to this post.

A young man walks down the beach. He had been single all his life, and in the presence of so many wandering couples that regularly visit the bayside, one would imagine he might feel some kind of emptiness. He never did though, and found the simple pleasure of watching the tides roll in was more than enough.
On this particular morning however, he found himself alone in the hours between the sun cresting over the ocean at daybreak. This was a rare respite in such a crowded city, and the man saw fit to simply take it all in.
Reaching down for a seashell that glistened under the thin pulses of water that continued to glide up and down the saturated sand, he noticed something on his wrist. Expecting it to be some kind of bug, he prepared himself to wipe it off. To his surprise, however, it was a thin black rectangle, stenciled perfectly into his skin.
The man looked around, clearly in shock, when he saw a shape emerge from the water. One of the dolphins that normally swam off the coast, so it would seem. Was it sick? Why had it washed up? Before the man could answer these questions, the sleek grey form of the creature arose.
Under the creature were two seemingly human legs, their muscles perfectly toned and rippling in the goldenrod light of morning. The man was dumbfounded. Finally, the dolphin turned to him, and kicked its right leg a full 180 degrees into the air, holding it in place.
On the back of its leg was a perfectly stenciled black tally.
"I have waited an eternity for this moment" the dolphin said.

dudewrath-the-exalted:

oddbagel:

jaxtellerhelps:

tuckedshirts:

pretendersrpa:

slippingintoacomabored:

traumacomplex:

no but imagine the tally marks turning black if their love is requited.

and then imagine the tally marks becoming a scar when the one they love dies.

Imagine someone with no tally marks meeting someone with 50 tally marks

Imagine someone with no tally marks starting to like someone with all tally marks scarred 

imagine aromantics with no tally marks laughing at this tally mark bullshit system

imagine someone afraid of being in love suddenly getting a tally mark

imagine someone married with a single nice black tally mark has a new one just appear

imagine someone with a single scarred mark that refuses to love again gets a new mark and it’s black

imagine someone who falls in love too easily having a lot of marks

imagine nurses at old people homes taking care of people with scarred marks, black marks, and no marks

Imagine a dolphin with human legs. Like a normal fucking dolphin except it gets up and walks around on human legs. Wouldn’t that be fucking nuts. Just my contribution to this post.

A young man walks down the beach. He had been single all his life, and in the presence of so many wandering couples that regularly visit the bayside, one would imagine he might feel some kind of emptiness. He never did though, and found the simple pleasure of watching the tides roll in was more than enough.

On this particular morning however, he found himself alone in the hours between the sun cresting over the ocean at daybreak. This was a rare respite in such a crowded city, and the man saw fit to simply take it all in.

Reaching down for a seashell that glistened under the thin pulses of water that continued to glide up and down the saturated sand, he noticed something on his wrist. Expecting it to be some kind of bug, he prepared himself to wipe it off. To his surprise, however, it was a thin black rectangle, stenciled perfectly into his skin.

The man looked around, clearly in shock, when he saw a shape emerge from the water. One of the dolphins that normally swam off the coast, so it would seem. Was it sick? Why had it washed up? Before the man could answer these questions, the sleek grey form of the creature arose.

Under the creature were two seemingly human legs, their muscles perfectly toned and rippling in the goldenrod light of morning. The man was dumbfounded. Finally, the dolphin turned to him, and kicked its right leg a full 180 degrees into the air, holding it in place.

On the back of its leg was a perfectly stenciled black tally.

"I have waited an eternity for this moment" the dolphin said.

(Source: thvnderfox, via glossophiliqueer-for-now)

sugarnoor:

Sailor Moon Lolita [source] 

sugarnoor:

Sailor Moon Lolita [source

In Minneapolis.

In Minneapolis.

Door to nowhere.

Door to nowhere.