All art is quite useless.

When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs.

When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.

I sing myself.

  • archiemcphee:

    For a wonderfully eerie ongoing project entitled Ghost Photographs American artist Angela Deane alters found photos, turning people into anonymous phantoms. The results range from amusing and delightful to wistful and melancholy. Deane’s painted snapshots reveal that ghosts go on vacation, attend prom and even go trick-or-treating. They have parties and gather to watch ballgames. It turns out that ghosts are just like the rest of us and we’re all ghosts ourselves.

    "These ghosts are the ghosts of moments, of days, of experiences. With the specifics of identity obscured by paint I like to imagine it’s as if you and I can partake in the memory, share in the experience, allow the snapshot to seem familiar. Let’s share some memories, shall we?"

    To view many more images from this haunting series follow Angela Deane here on Tumblr at ghostphotographs. Prints are available by contacting Deane through her personal website.

    [via Junkculture and CreativeReview]

  • odins-one-eyed-fuck:

    isthisusernametakenyet:

    I support Farming.

    In fact, you could call me

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    WOW

  • Q: Doing pretty well, gained a boyfriend who lives in New York (sucks a bit living in England but hey ho) life at the moment is looking pretty good


    A:

    Oh man, that’s awesome! I’m glad things are coming up roses :) Why the anonymity, dude?

  • eleventhdoctor:

    i may not be beautiful but at least i know a lot of useless information

    (Source: presidentbillclinton)

  • Read. Read anything. Read the things they say are good for you, and the things they claim are junk. You’ll find what you need to find. Just read.

    Neil Gaiman. (via ifreakinlovebooks)

  • Q: How's everything going at uni?


    A:

    Oh my, it’s so exciting! Like, I met a woman the other night who has a personal reference from Vivienne Westwood and is now coming back to do a degree. But it’s still fairly early, so lots of inductions and all that jazz. What’s new in your life, greyface?

  • Someone’s therapist knows all about you.

    words by dominic riccitello (via wordsbydominic)

  • thesassylorax:

    jaclcfrost:

    jaclcfrost:

    comedy gold

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    it just keeps getting better

    Owl you can fly

    (Source: jaclcfrost)

  • (Source: chelsahhdelic)

  • rexuality:

    but how do you convince little kids to wear clever costumes they won’t appreciate?

    "mommy can i be batman?"
    "no you and your brother are going as van gogh and the starry night painting, it’ll be so hilarious and witty"
    "i want to be batman though"
    "shhhhh mommy needs more followers on pinterest"

  • Q: how does a cart with a bomb in it heal you when you stand close to it


    A:

    ask-blumedic:

    Oh.

    Hello.

  • haedia:

thewolfofnibu:

stahscre4m:

there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator

see what intrigues me about college isn’t the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this

Okay, everybody, I have a story about random shit in college. When I was in college, there was a particular class I took where, no matter what time you walked into class, if you made it into the room before the professor, you wouldn’t be counted late. I mean, that’s a pretty cool policy, given how some professors are really obnoxious about attendance. 
Well, one time, a fellow student of mine was running late to class. As she reached the edge of the building, she saw her professor making it to the front steps (super long rectangular building here). He looks up from walking and he sees her. He then points to his watch, gives her a well-meaning “Look who’s late” face, and walks on inside.
What he didn’t know, though, was that this particular student was like freakishly good at bouldering and related climbing skills, so she was just like “Fuck it” and SCALED THE BUILDING!
She tapped on the window of the 4th floor classroom (the floors had like 20ft ceilings, so, she was quite a ways up there), nearly making one student piss himself. They opened the window, she rolled through, onto the floor, and slid into her seat about five seconds before the professor opened the door to the classroom. 
He did a double take, started to say “How the hell d—” when a security guard ran in, red-faced and panting, pointed at her and bellowed “STOP DOING THAT!”

    haedia:

    thewolfofnibu:

    stahscre4m:

    there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator

    see what intrigues me about college isn’t the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this

    Okay, everybody, I have a story about random shit in college. When I was in college, there was a particular class I took where, no matter what time you walked into class, if you made it into the room before the professor, you wouldn’t be counted late. I mean, that’s a pretty cool policy, given how some professors are really obnoxious about attendance. 

    Well, one time, a fellow student of mine was running late to class. As she reached the edge of the building, she saw her professor making it to the front steps (super long rectangular building here). He looks up from walking and he sees her. He then points to his watch, gives her a well-meaning “Look who’s late” face, and walks on inside.

    What he didn’t know, though, was that this particular student was like freakishly good at bouldering and related climbing skills, so she was just like “Fuck it” and SCALED THE BUILDING!

    She tapped on the window of the 4th floor classroom (the floors had like 20ft ceilings, so, she was quite a ways up there), nearly making one student piss himself. They opened the window, she rolled through, onto the floor, and slid into her seat about five seconds before the professor opened the door to the classroom. 

    He did a double take, started to say “How the hell d—” when a security guard ran in, red-faced and panting, pointed at her and bellowed “STOP DOING THAT!”

    (Source: spoopscre4m)

  • healiing:

    Having friends on tumblr is really great. I often refer to you guys in real life as “my friend from england/australia/california/new york” and it makes people think I’m very well traveled when really I’ve just spent a lot of time on the Internet.

  • (Source: anti-narcissistic)

  • persona-nongrata:

    The Shining (1980)