Im not allowed outside after dark because i outshine all the stars and the moon so baby sea turtles always end up flocking to me
Mind-blowingly FUCKING AWESOME Nebula cosplay
So many notes but no credit to the cosplayer! It’s Karin Olava Effects, who is bad ass, by the way.
You’re absolutely right, and thank you for the correction.
Fabtastic job, Karin!
Teacher: Reading a book is better than sex.
Teacher: It’s like a 10-hour orgasm!
Girl pipes up: Yeah, and with a book I actually get to finish!
[Boys’ laughter dies off almost instantly as the girls hoot]
The Farm at Maple Tree Lane
A family bought an abandoned farm without realizing that there was an unidentified cemetery right where they put their first garden. They didn’t give it much thought, but then strange and unexplained accidents started happening on the farm. Even the livestock refused to go to the barn. Things started making sense when they found crumpled up letters inside the walls and a diary in the attic.
Dear diary, I can’t sleep tonight, I can still hear everyone arguing downstairs. Grandpa lost his arm today. When they brought him from the barn he was covered in blood. Mother said he was careless and is so upset with grandpa. I know Grandpa would never do anything stupid. Grandpa keeps telling me this place is haunted. Why are there so many ACCIDENTS on our farm?
You can read more of the letters and diary entries HERE.
These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.
And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart.
Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand.