Cake-viewing is a legit past-time over here (for geishas).

Cake-viewing is a legit past-time over here (for geishas).

Time to slow down a bit. #PromDi (at Cabambangan Bacolor Pampanga)

Time to slow down a bit. #PromDi (at Cabambangan Bacolor Pampanga)

I can sympathize with people’s pains, but not with their pleasures. There is something curiously boring about somebody else’s happiness.
I needed to stop being what everyone thought I was.

ghostbees:

More dragon babes

ghostbees:

Spooky ink exercises (inspired by friend Diigii!)

leepacesfaces:

motiya:

Marry someone down to earth, someone with roots, just marry a tree

marry groot

rapniall:

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Did not know this :O

(Source: faketima)

I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on.
Thanks for the pep talk, Vanilla Cupcakery mural. I needed that.

Thanks for the pep talk, Vanilla Cupcakery mural. I needed that.

Ready for mounting! :) #artsandcrafts Good job to us, @anamadimapilis and @1anj1! 👏

Ready for mounting! :) #artsandcrafts Good job to us, @anamadimapilis and @1anj1! 👏

Cities are smells: Acre is the smell of iodine and spices. Haifa is the smell of pine and wrinkled sheets. Moscow is the smell of vodka on ice. Cairo is the smell of mango and ginger. Beirut is the smell of the sun, sea, smoke, and lemons. Paris is the smell of fresh bread, cheese, and derivations of enchantment. Damascus is the smell of jasmine and dried fruit. Tunis is the smell of night musk and salt. Rabat is the smell of henna, incense and honey. A city that cannot be known by its smell is unreliable. Exiles have a shared smell: the smell of longing for something else; a smell that remembers another smell. A painting, nostalgic that guides you, like a worn tourist map, to the smell of the original place. A smell is a memory and a setting sun. Sunset, here, is beauty rebuking the stranger.

But to love the sunset is not, as they say, one of the attributes of exile.

bofransson:

Jan De Vliegher (Belgian, b. 1964), Blossoms 10, 2011

bofransson:

Jan De Vliegher (Belgian, b. 1964), Blossoms 10, 2011

I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.