Heart, Mind and Bones

tastefullyoffensive:

Men-Ups by Rion Sabean

Previously: Leaf Blower Portraits

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My demons look like you sometimes.
Thursday, May 8th, 2014 (via princessbread)

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midnightrainbow:

gamingartandlove:

So uh, I haven’t seen this on my dash, but check out this kickstarter!

They’re waterballoons that SELF TIE, make a HUNDRED at a time, AND AND they’re biodegradablee!! Seriously why isn’t this all over my dash yet??

They’ve already reached WAY over their goal, but you can still get some early bird deliveries for an early start of the water balloon madness!

the future is now.

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tyleroakley:

another day, another moment where I can’t not reblog this

The last guy dances better than me

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khadds:

boosareallytho:

Self explanatory

I be trying to explain to people this

khadds:

boosareallytho:

Self explanatory

I be trying to explain to people this

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Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.
Albert Camus, The Fall  (via larmoyante)

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I believed Great Gig in the Sky was about the thunder;
the more urgent the voice, the closer the storm.
Once I realized a woman sang because she awoke,
no longer amongst the living,
I have been unable to separate all thunder from death.

Maybe I shouldn’t feel so overwhelmed when I listen to it,
or laugh when my mother says my soul lies in the past.

Maybe I should be able to distinguish a ballet in the sky
from an argument between death and the living.

I shouldn’t shame the sky for holding the audible souls.

I don’t know where I am going with this,
or maybe I am just afraid that it will be mistaken for a suicide note.
Honesty is acceptable until it is questioned,
but I think there is a difference between wanting to die

and not being afraid of dying,
and I have been too inspired to slip out of myself.

The thunder is now a rescue call to draw another breath,

and this summer has been full of storms.
I have forgiven my mind and a muffled voice
for convincing me of a darkness I’ve never wanted.

Maybe now I am satisfied with the uncertainty of an immeasurable lifespan,
and believing that ‘any time will do’,
or maybe I am content with watching the gig in the sky
from right here on the ground.

Alessia Di Cesare, I Shouldn’t Shame The Sky For Holding The Audible Souls

And I am not frightened of dying. Any time will do, I don’t mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There’s no reason for it – you’ve got to go sometime.”

— Gerry O’Driscoll, 

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baggyfullof-adderall:

chubbybluntz:

did some cleaning today ☺️

beautiful pieces

baggyfullof-adderall:

chubbybluntz:

did some cleaning today ☺️

beautiful pieces

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beauty-nirvana:

Penis bong
Hahaha Spring Break ‘13

beauty-nirvana:

Penis bong

Hahaha Spring Break ‘13
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