gw's atlas of imaginary colour.

jewassicpark:

“pass me a joint”

i rip off my arm, crying as i pass the detached extremity to my friend 

(Source: joshfrancesgay, via banhh-mi)

leslieseuffert:

Yuko Shimizu

im game if you are. if you ever are. :\

muchadoaboutmusicals:

The Original Broadway Cast of Disney’s The Lion King

Mufasa :: Sarabi :: Young Nala and Simba :: Simba :: Nala:: Rafiki :: Pumba and Timon :: Zazu :: Scar :: The Hyenas (Ed, Shenzi, and Banzai)

the costumes are beautiful af. a tad appropriated, but still beautiful.

(via jakeyboi50)

shinigamivii:

Not legal.

starix is doooope.

(Source: spacetitanicarusthethird, via johnului)

marypoppinthatpussy:

The number of inches you leave my door open is the number of inches the depth of my knife will be in your chest

(via skeetbucket)

Hating the media

I hate the media.

Not so much journalists because I have many who are dear friends, relatives, siblings, cousins, parents, grandparents (and employers!)

I’m talking about the thing we now call the “meeja” - the ugly writhing ball of infotainment, give-the-people-what-they-want, play to the lowest, meanest, most cynically nostalgic, jejune, insipid impulses of the audience and reader - that it’s mutated into. 

I can read a major news site from top to bottom and literally feel sick - not just because the endless horseshit that now passes for a “story” seems to be what people want to read, but that us - journalists and editors and news professionals, seem powerless or so lacking in imagination as to provide an engaging alternative.

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I hate that some muppet with a Twitter account can become front page news for saying crap journos say every minute of the day in newsrooms, but we’ll then self-righteously crusade for public apologies thinner than the stock our product is printed on.

I hate seeing drug dealers and gangsters turned into celebs in our social pages and that being born rich in this country somehow equates to being newsworthy.

I hate that photographers stalk teenage actors or brain-dead drunk drivers outside courthouses but we never see a camera crew parked outside the mansions of the multitudinous criminal corporate and political elite “because they deserve a private life”.

 

exactly how i fuckin feel.

(Source: amodernmanifesto)

ohcorny:

weepinduo

OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.

(via kentru)

papertrumpets:

Hikosaka Woodblock Print Workshop 

by Yuki Hikosaka and Izumi Morito of Hikosaka Woodblock Print Workshop

All around the world, perhaps the art works that says “Japan” more than any other are the famous ukiyoe woodblock prints. As you all know, to make ukiyoe, you carve an image into wooden boards, and print it onto paper — woodblock printing. This time we’re going to show you one example of how wood prints are carried on today, at Hikosaka Woodblock Print Workshop. But instead of kabuki actors and giant waves, the motifs Hikosaka use are, bread. Yup, delicious looking, freshly printed, bread. via pingmag 

(via lustik)