goodnight baby  —     

nevver:

Space is the place, Heather Penn

aseaofquotes:

— Thomas Merton

thosecomics:

Summary of my allergy

queensansastark:

Do you ever make a graphic and you get at the point where you have to choose a font and think “if only there were some way to get an overview of all the fonts I have already installed”? Well you can. At wordmark.it you just type in any word you want, it then shows that word in every font you have installed on your computer.

coalblack:

Jacob van Loon
Landscape Resets 5-9

oliviawhen:

IT’S AUTUMN. In other news I did a couple pieces for this Jearmin Zine which you can [preorder here.] [Big post here.] Lots of cool artists and writers involved! 54 pages?! Plus extra postcards! Drawings, comics, and writing! Be sure to check it out!

myampgoesto11:

Sculpted miniature landscapes by Kendal Murray

Kendal Murray’s miniature sculptures stage dream-like narratives that are played out by microscopic identities with giant personalities. Short stories and tall tales are enacted in a range of playful and dramatic scenarios that are imbued with social, symbolic and personal meaning. Glass teapots, grass-covered purses, mirrored makeup compacts and open books set the stage for each scenario, offering the delight of the unexpected, the puzzle of a question and the possibility of a dream escape into make-believe worlds.

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My darling…when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage.

transagenda:

codeawayhaley:

According to the laws of physics, a planet in the shape of a doughnut (toroid) could exist. Physicist Anders Sandberg says that such planets would have very short nights and days, an arid outer equator, twilight polar regions, moons in strange orbits and regions with very different gravity and seasons.

Read more: http://bit.ly/1kPLXGT via io9

petition to turn the earth into a fucking doughnut

If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
You took me to a place
where I could see the evil in my character
and left me there.
Louise Glück, from “Marina (via violentwavesofemotion)