christian-hetzel:




CHRISTIAN HETZEL

christian-hetzel:

CHRISTIAN HETZEL

You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

– danielle laporte   (via xx092813)

asylum-art:

 Łukasz Wodyński

"The works of Lukasz Wodynski are a a combination of the polemicizing process which every living creature undergoes. Wodynski is interested in the horizontal system of the axis of birth, life, death and defecation of a human organism. He’s constantly Intrigued by the conflict between the appearances and the essence of being, these contrasts are the foundation of the system. Every art nude is simultaneously a question about sexuality and self-awareness of the individual. By creating single situations, figures, gestures and forms Wodynski’s attempt to explore the mystery and alchemy of being, in what is mysterious and dark, colorful and noble, material and timeless within us."

ignitionremix:

lorde got famous in like two days that’s what’s going to happen to me when I finally get my mariachi band together

rin-matsuokas-hips:

conductoroftardislight:

heartofalifer:

SOMETIMES I GET SO FUCKING ANGRY WHEN I REMEMBER THAT I AM A GIRL BECAUSE MY MONEY HAS TO GO TO BUYING BRAS FOR THESE STUPID ORGANIC MILK BAGS AND PADS FOR MONTHLY UNWANTED SUBSCRIPTION OF LUCIFER’S WATERFALL LIKE WTF MAN WHY DONT THESE THINGS COME FREE WHEN MY UNWANTED PACKAGE IS GIVEN TO ME SERIOUSLY THO

organic milk bags

monthly subscription to lucifer’s waterfall

iraffiruse:

Frozach Submitted

iraffiruse:

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“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”

– Oscar Wilde (via quotesaficionado)

Requiescat

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.

Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone
She is at rest.

Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.

– Oscar Wilde (via observando)

betype:

Oscar Wilde by Dewald Venter

betype:

Oscar Wilde by Dewald Venter

“Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.”

Oscar Wilde (via wordsnquotes)