lotrlockedwhovian:

viivus:

period thoughts
Vivian Ng [tumblr | twitter | society6]

that would make the funniest fucking story ever. Due to a mix up at the factory, the template for incantations that was supposed to a publishing company of dark art books is sent to a feminine products factory. Girl then accidentally summons Satan with period blood. Satan gets confused because its “dead blood” and when he shows up he realizes the sacrifice was done incorrectly so he cannot take the girl’s soul but now is bound to do her bidding because oops his bad, he showed up anyway.

lotrlockedwhovian:

viivus:

period thoughts

Vivian Ng [tumblr | twitter | society6]

that would make the funniest fucking story ever. Due to a mix up at the factory, the template for incantations that was supposed to a publishing company of dark art books is sent to a feminine products factory. Girl then accidentally summons Satan with period blood. Satan gets confused because its “dead blood” and when he shows up he realizes the sacrifice was done incorrectly so he cannot take the girl’s soul but now is bound to do her bidding because oops his bad, he showed up anyway.

(via thecrappuccino)



washingtonpost:

silentgiantla:

Animated artwork by Rebecca Mock

Fine, detailed and subtle animated artwork created by New York illustrator Rebecca Mock. Apparently the animated gif back to stay, gradually more and more people are exploring this old format and customers asking for shouting. Several of these illustrations were created for the New York Times or The Warlus magazine.

Beautiful gif art. <3

(via alexsegura)


Długie dni, krótkie noce by Marcela Paniak, 2010

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kayleyhyde:

We all know that feeling, vending machine

kayleyhyde:

We all know that feeling, vending machine

(via noiseless-ch0rus)



"Why are you so broken?"


Caffeine-induced panic + inability to focus + exhaustion + a pile of homework = I’m royally fucked


I saw the looks you gave me tonight as uncomfortable as it was it really wasn’t that big of a deal. I haven’t figured it out yet, yes I’m fine, and I could use all the friends here I can get right now. Thanks.

This is a post from freshman year after I was forced to spill intimate details about my past to my floor-mates in a stupid exercise that was supposed to help us recognize and appreciate differences, but really all it did was alienate a select few of us.  Funny how people all of a sudden think differently of you based on where you came from or what you’ve been through.  I’ve gotten used to the interesting looks I get when I tell people about my life growing up, and frankly I’ve come to realize that I’m not very different than anyone else.  We’re all going to have shit to deal with in our lives, some of us have just experienced more of that shit earlier on.  Also, if people can’t handle even hearing about the crap that other people have been through you’d better pray to a god you don’t believe in that they don’t have to go through crap themselves.


Some people dream in color. I dream in chocolate.