the things we love most that destroy us
if you could only see the world as it really is: it is awful, and on fire, and beautiful.

textsfromtitanfood:

consider the following aus

  • "we wore matching halloween costumes to this party" au
  • "we’re the only ones who didn’t get the email about class being canceled" au
  • "tried to get the candy bar that didn’t drop out of the vending machine and now my hand is stuck can u help me out" au
  • "we’re the only ones on campus who didn’t go home for christmas" au
  • "we both got in separate bar fights downtown and now we’re waiting in the ER comparing stories" au
  • "accidentally fell in your lap while standing on this crowded bus" au
  • "can u help me sneak my cat into my dorm" au
  • "accidentally got assigned the same library study room so I guess we’ll have to share for the semester" au
  • "It’s raining and u forgot your umbrella so come over and stand under mine while we wait for the bus" au
  • "I rented the apartment above your flower shop and in the last two months you’ve gotten a new flower I’m allergic to so I keep buying bouquets until I can figure out which kind it is" au
Indexed: references,

el-mare:

A while back, my creative arts teacher and I were discussing what I should do for my final year 12 art piece. I told her about my fascination with the human mind, form and origins and how I was intrigued by the link between dream and reality.

We talked about possible projects I could do and how I could explore the unique link we share with our subconscious and we wondered if I could capture the point where the two bridges of reality and dream meet.

We discussed surrealism and semi-abstract styles and although both artistic forms stemmed from this link, I wanted my works to be raw and express something real.

I decided that photography would be my point of call and before long, I was inspired to showcase the link between my own dreams and reality, taking on the roll of a seeming self portrait.

For a week, I had a camera displayed in my room and it was set to take a photo of my sleeping position every two hours. Every morning after I woke up, I would record my dreams and see if they correlated with the photographs taken. Unsurprisingly, there was a profound link with the dreams and the position of my body as I slept.

Upon the analysis of my work, I associated certain emotions with my body language, and above are photographs that show an embodiment of love, lust, fear, anger and frustration.

I then sketched these photographs and added elements of my dreams. When I showed my teacher she was intrigued by the vulnerability of my body shape and without even mentioning my dreams, she was able to pick out the exact emotion that laced my dream and reality together.

I find it incredible how something so beyond touchable reach, can translate into our reality and have such a profound effect on our lives. How something that’s nothing other than chemicals coursing through our brain can cause such vivid expressions on the surface and erupt into this three-dimensional form.

"Scraping the surface" 

Indexed: photography,

riskpig:

Lupita: The Disney princess I need.

jameskirk:

two feet standing on a principle
two hands longing for each others warmth
cold smoke seeping out of colder throats…

athosds:

Get To Know Me Meme: [2/5] Favourite TV Shows » In The Flesh

I am a partially deceased syndrome sufferer.

Indexed: in the flesh,
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