purpletreeblossoms:

You’ll see why soon enough.

anthonysimms:

Advanced Lighting: This latest assignment had us focus on the human form, surface, and gesture. These images express emotion and personality focusing on the human body as a whole, with the face being visually subdued or not pictured. I shot in the studio against a black seamless and a high key light on the right hand side with a softbox. I also shot some of the photographs with the light above the model, and occasionally with a fill light from the left. 

Here you go, world. That’s me modeling naked at the top.

This gif set never fails to make me happy.

ameliaslastgoodbye:

one thing I will never understand is how normal people are unaffected by movies or books I mean when they watch a movie or finish a book they say “well that was a good movie/book” and they move on while I have an existentional crisis and question the whole universe 

kristaferanka:

charliebowater:

anime-backgrounds:

The Illusionist / L’Illusionniste. Directed by Sylvain Chomet. Created by Pathé and Django Films

Oh my goodness.

my favourite animated movie of all time

“I’m telling you guys, I can dance.”

Ugh. Marry me.

adriofthedead:

bloodmothers:

pleatedjeans:

Depression Part 2 by Hyperbole and a Half is the most important thing you’ll read all day.

wow

I know everyone and their mother has probably reposted this link already but, please please please read this. It’s really the most accurate and straightforward description of depression I’ve ever read

Especially the part with the dead fish

A lot of people who don’t really understand depression reduce it to simply just “being sad a lot”, when it’s actually much more than that. If I could try and boil it a single phrase it’d be more like “long periods of intense apathy punctuated by feelings of helplessness”. It’s not about just feeling sad, it’s more or less about not… really feeling anything. All while still trying to deal with going about day-to-day life and holding tight to whatever sort of distractions you can manage to care about enough to find, just to keep yourself from thinking about it too much.

Holy shit, am I depressed?

It’s not that I don’t care about anything at all, but I care about very few things. And I don’t care about them all that intensely anymore. And when I leave myself to think about it, I just think, “meh. I could take it or leave it.”

Maybe I’m just a bitch.