Unlikely Friends by Barry Bland
Separated from their mothers to insure their survival, they are beginning their journey as animal ambassadors at The Institute of Greatly Endangered and Rare Species. The young timber wolves and Bengal tigers seem unaware that they are supposed to be sworn enemies as they play for the cameras in their South Carolina home.
4:13 pm • 8 December 2013 • 45,627 notes
"You’re unfriendly and naive. Stop being a Cunt. I’m not arguing btw. I’m stating the obvious."
and he wonders why i’m not always the most friendly.
4:05 pm • 8 December 2013
i want these, too. can someone please get me all cute harry potter-themed mugs for christmas? please and thank you to you.
1:37 pm • 8 December 2013 • 43,749 notes
if no one comes from the future to stop you from doing it then how bad of a decision can it really be
#new life motto
i think this will be my graduation quote
what if it was so bad it stopped the invention of time travel?
9:48 pm • 30 November 2013 • 447,996 notes
Choi Xoo Ang’s Disturbing Sculptures
Choi Xoo Ang, the Seoul born artist and dark master of the imagination, has created sculptures at once hyperrealistic and completely nightmarish, making you feel as if your real life has bled into an inescapable, bad dream.Twisted tongues, stitched backs and floating heads appear throughout Choi’s polymer clay figures, which display remarkable realism despite their fabulous content. Many of the pieces give metaphorical shape to real issues in modern day Korea, including human rights and abuse.
I should draw one of these for my sculpture class ahaha
2:14 pm • 18 November 2013 • 12,129 notes
During sex she said “deeper” so I rolled over and started reading her poetry
12:46 pm • 18 November 2013 • 158,129 notes
If you look at it this way; Cherry blossoms are planted in graveyards because they need the nutrients from the rotting corpses underneath the ground. That’s why these trees are fully grown and pretty. From dead humans, pretty things will grow. And if you think about it, these dead bodies are in this tree, blossoming.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
11:46 pm • 17 November 2013 • 64,779 notes