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Art is the weapon

cornchipz:

daleksunshine:

danfreakindavis:

when you find that perfect gif but don’t know how to use it

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You can reverse the flow of the hotdogs if you concentrate hard enough

oh my god you can

gaypee:

animalsandtrees:

"Very important. General rule for English speakers - if you don’t do it in the human context, don’t do it in the nonhuman context.

Just make a little effort to say “she or he” or “her or him” if you don’t know the sex. It’s a little effort with a very important social message.

Nonhuman animals are *persons*, not *things*. Therefore, we should refer to a nonhuman animal as a “she” or “he,” never as an “it.””

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jesscrisimone:

Monroe and Presley.

jesscrisimone:

Monroe and Presley.

phyxiated:

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

Im crying oh my god

tasia-reader:

In which “Jenny” Bravo is sick of your shit

dajo42:

when you and your best friend both think the same thing

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And then you realize that Forrest knows about his condition all along and your heart breaks a little.

Artist Jeremy Mann | Posted by devidsketchbook.com Artist Jeremy Mann | Posted by devidsketchbook.com Artist Jeremy Mann | Posted by devidsketchbook.com Artist Jeremy Mann | Posted by devidsketchbook.com Artist Jeremy Mann | Posted by devidsketchbook.com Artist Jeremy Mann | Posted by devidsketchbook.com

devidsketchbook:

CITYSCAPES 

City paintings of Jeremy Mann (facebook)

drunkblogging:

vanjalen:

I love this so much

im about to cry 

dr-ift:

bl-ossomed:

niick4:

this is the coolest thing ive seen on this website

holy

Wait what how

dr-ift:

bl-ossomed:

niick4:

this is the coolest thing ive seen on this website

holy

Wait what how

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