what

what

(Source: whentosaynothing)

les-sources-du-nil:

Gaudenzio Marconi (1841?-1885)
circa 1870

wow

les-sources-du-nil:

Gaudenzio Marconi (1841?-1885)

circa 1870

wow

(Source: ago.net, via pussylesqueer)

kyoufuu:

When everyone wants a good time

image


When shit gets personal
image

real

(via zohbugg)

tomfletcherscats:

tomfletcherscats:

this is how u use tinder right

he came out of left field with this one


PLOT TWIST: wrong “effect/affect” 

tomfletcherscats:

tomfletcherscats:

this is how u use tinder right

he came out of left field with this one

PLOT TWIST: wrong “effect/affect” 

(via zohbugg)

humansofnewyork:

"I’ve been a professor of marine biology for 64 years." “So with all that you’ve learned about the ocean during that time, what amazes you the most?” “It’s huge.”
(Odessa, Ukraine)

so good

humansofnewyork:

"I’ve been a professor of marine biology for 64 years."
“So with all that you’ve learned about the ocean during that time, what amazes you the most?”
“It’s huge.”

(Odessa, Ukraine)

so good

(Source: sothemoontoldme, via morbidmindfreek)

asylum-art:

Dizzying Animated GIFs by Dave Whyte

 Artist on Tumblr

Digital artist Dave Whyte creates incredible mathematical animated GIFs.

“The Dublin-based PhD student is currently studying the physics of foam and tells us his first geometric gifs riffed on computational modules he was exploring while in undergrad. As interest in the work grows Whyte is focusing more on his artistic side, pushing the boundaries of these small animations created with the Processing programming language. He’s now able to fully envision each animation before coding it, making tweaks to color, timing, and measurements along the way.”

(via asylum-art)

nevver:

Patti

PHOTO YES

nevver:

Patti

PHOTO YES

old-school-fools:

Some Like It Hot

love this movie

old-school-fools:

Some Like It Hot

love this movie

(via myillusionsanddelusions)

metaphorformetaphor:

 … Why should we be a part
of any argument the stars have with infinity?   Is there any end
to your theories, your histories of the heart?  Is there
any way we can purely touch the world again, the way
a salamander does, breathing through its skin?  Can we
become the strands of this shrine we weave ourselves into
hoping to emerge into a world where—where what?
There is no end to desire, which means no end to regret,
no end to our need for an ending, so that even the sky refuses
our touch, that sky which, at its bluest, is the most empty.

—Richard Jackson, closing strophe to “Benediction,” from Heartwall (University of Massachusetts Press, 2000)

(Source: apoetreflects)