めっちゃまっちゃ!

bikinipowerbottom:

tommytv:

thugmissus:

queen

ultimate ice bucket challenge aesthetic. 

For those of you who cant understand: “Hi I’m Donatella Fversace. Excepted the ice bucke shallenge and uh I nominate Perdon Bolfnsdkgl, Fa Rell, en Priss. Em no jus here to fruin my meku please nonate to AF’sL. No fect AHHHVHSDFDSHF”


fleurlungs:

Marina Abramovic and Ulay, Death Self, 1977. This performance consisted of the two artists seated in front of each other, connected at the mouth. They took in each other’s breaths until all of their available oxygen had been used up. The performance lasted only 17 minutes, resulting in both artists collapsing unconscious to the floor, having filled their lungs with carbon dioxide. This personal piece explored the idea of an individual’s ability to absorb the life of another person, exchanging and destroying it.

(Source: unculturedmag)


I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.

— James Frey (via halluzinogen)


The human body essentially recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell of hair and skin and bone dies and another is directed to its former place. You are not who you were last November.

— Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years (via krissybelle)

(Source: bonvivantx)


Water for elephants

…. I am too stunned for words. How can one tiny book fathom so much magic, emotions, fantasy and love. I feel like I’ve aged to ninety three and all I want to do is hold my book right and sob to bed for the rest of my life. I keep looking at the book so with much love, I’m too scared to read another book just incase this magic might be lost. I feel like I am
Being swallowed by my feels.