cynicallys:

"Green roofs like this one is what we were learning about in college today. Beautiful, sustainable, wholesome designs like these are what inspire me to become an architect, not the soulless concrete boxes we’re all so used to now. This is the kind of future I want to design. This is the kind of future I want to live in."

cynicallys:

"Green roofs like this one is what we were learning about in college today. Beautiful, sustainable, wholesome designs like these are what inspire me to become an architect, not the soulless concrete boxes we’re all so used to now. This is the kind of future I want to design. This is the kind of future I want to live in."

(Source: sickpage, via comforting)

aphaustria:

I hate when they make you describe yourself on the first day of school like???? me????? tired angry egg trying to live an honest life

(via crydaisy)

ironiccasey413:

moshingracingoperating:

theuppitynegras:

p-3ople:

justinbiebsan0n:

honeyxxbeexx:

no-the-fandoms-protested:


move your finger back and forth so it looks like the cat is following it

This is more entertaining than it should be.

This is why I love Tumblr.

two hours later i click reblog

five hours later i click reblog


It’s more fun if you move a quarter of a second before the cat does so it looks like it has a shitty reaction time


This post gave me life

ironiccasey413:

moshingracingoperating:

theuppitynegras:

p-3ople:

justinbiebsan0n:

honeyxxbeexx:

no-the-fandoms-protested:

move your finger back and forth so it looks like the cat is following it

This is more entertaining than it should be.

This is why I love Tumblr.

two hours later i click reblog

five hours later i click reblog

It’s more fun if you move a quarter of a second before the cat does so it looks like it has a shitty reaction time

This post gave me life

(Source: cineraria, via silent-geass)

pinmeupagainstthesky:

These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand. 

(via meganudist)