Cameron Russell: Looks aren't everything. Believe me, I'm a model. →
20
May
I’m learning about drag make-up from a real drag queen. I love my life.
19
May
1/2 make up for Alice in Slasherland.
(Source: buffypratt)
Sometimes I just don’t really understand the whole friendship paradigm. Ah well.
19
May
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Route 666: michaonthemoon: yaoibutts: I love how potato in French is pomme de... →
I love how potato in French is pomme de terre, which pretty much means “earth apple.”
like what stupid frenchman saw this:
and said “zis petite légume looks like a, how you say, APPLE! hmmm… but it grows in ze earth… HON HON HON! MAIS OUI! C’EST UNE…
“We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened.”—John C. Moffi
(Source: lovesmisery)
Helplines →
18
May
This link was reblogged from sex-drugs-and-everything and originally by sex-drugs-and-everything.
Wings
Movement and interactive relationship with the body has been the most important element throughout my body of work. However through these works, I also started to explore the mechanical structure as a form. Mechanical structure becomes the most enjoyable form to me as it becomes complex yet remains simple and coherent. The contrast between metal structural form and natural feather, together with the repetitive and whimsical movements of fragile wings, provokes the imagination and evolves the intimate relationship between work and viewer/wearer. Although the recent series, segmented wings have been focused on the formal challenge to engineer an intricate movement that simulates bird wings, these works are intended to be a series of poems in which I develope my own formal language, interpret the nature of wings, create various structural forms with movements, and share the metaphor, imagination, humor, with viewer/wearer.
the worst feeling ever is when you can feel somebody starting to get annoyed with you and the smile kind of falls from your face and there is this deep aching pain in your chest that feels like someone is squeezing your heart so you just kind of look down at your hands and act like nothing is wrong
