A Series of Good Decisions
Being an account of the ramblings, mishaps, and interests of Peter, a man who has a tendency to leap first and look later.

wickedclothes:

Green Winged Scarf

Crafted out of extra-light cotton, this scarf gives its wearer a winged appearance. Feathers are handpainted onto this scarf, which can be worn over the shoulders, around the waist, or as a traditional scarf. Sold on Etsy.

(via vingspann)

You can’t stop light from entering the world.

You can’t stop light from entering the world.

(Source: xoxiin, via fuckyeahsunflowers)

chronicarus:

Spiders with water droplet hats are something I really needed to know about.

(via nowhereme)

Send in the Sun - Watsky

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8G6mK3jO90

[Hook]
Send in that sunshine
Make everything right

Turn on your love light
Cause baby I’m coming on by
Send in that sunshine
Make everything right

Cause there ain’t no suffering in life
That don’t ease with the passage of time


[Verse 1]
If stars died of old age
They wouldn’t explode, they’d burn out with a slow fade
But stars escape life with a gun shot
Which makes me think they stick a pistol in their sun spot
Bite the barrel, squeeze the trigger

Might have cared once, but the obstacles seem bigger
And they’re stuck behind a giant 8 ball
The milky way is star brains that are smeared across the space wall
You know the red giant in sector two?
Yeah, Hector, true, he was a depressing dude
I think he thought nobody thought about him
And now that I think about it, I’m liable to guess it’s true

Everybody wants the sun to come and cure their rough moods but suns need love too
I give out energy and don’t receive. I’m tired now, I’ll go to sleep
And when this is the coldest solstice, maybe folks’ll notice me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Goodbye Maggie, Goodbye Jules
I wish you’d stuck around, you wise fools

Cause friends they tend to come and go
The way the ocean ebbs and flows but there’s reminders in the tide pools

But when the standing water’s putrid
Who am I to say a choice you made was stupid?
There’s a bunch of us who loved you
Fucking stuck here pointing fingers at ourselves for something you did

You you you you you packed your problems in a suitcase
You you you went away forever to a new place
You left behind a lot of blue faces and bouquets and loose ends like shoelaces
But my friend, it’s too late

So all my lightweights and barflies, let’s raise a pint each time a star dies
And toast the memory of hard lives
Filed on the interstellar hard drives and archives



I
 don’t know why, but this song makes me feel up when I’m down.

alliartist:

thisisbennett:

hello there.

Ahhhh

I’m gonna need a moment.

(Source: witchofthekorcari)

mcgregorswench:

rainnecassidy:

ouyangdan:

piratemoggy:

shakespearelove:

This.
Is exactly what I needed after a nap.

This is extremely unacceptable I need to put it on my blog.

was this entirely necessary?

I feel like it was, yes.

image

(Source: mi-godzilla, via vingspann)

dinolich:

sunos

Oh fuck I’m choking and crying now.  My manager is giving me a look XD

dinolich:

sunos

Oh fuck I’m choking and crying now. My manager is giving me a look XD

(Source: televandalist)

annethecatdetective:

whereisyourredscaaahf:

johnfreakingegbert:

aztecpriincess:

theskiesabovelife:

Why Tumblr should Fall In Love with Frida Kahlo. 

YES OMFG
YES

i love everything about this because i love frida kahlo, but how are you going to not list the fact she was in a horrible bus accident that basically crippled her for most of her life and while lying bedridden she began to paint. frida kahlo didn’t give up and that makes her truly amazing.

Every single Frida Kahlo appreciation post Ive seen egregiously neglects the fact that she endured and survived a car accident that resulted in a metal pole being shoved through her body and essentially destroying her uterus. This incident informed many of her paintings and depictions of herself and yet she did not allow it to end herself. Her paintings became monuments to and representations of her suffering that she freely, openly and powerfully expressed. She painted her reality defying not only conventional beauty norms and continuing to slay anyways, but also artistic norms. While others considered her works surreal, she adamantly stood her ground saying that they were not surreal at all; that they were 100% accurate and realistic depictions of her suffering. And I think for someone to turn life crippling tragedy into the worlds most recognized self portraits is pretty badass and worth appreciating.

Yeah, her disability was CRUCIAL to her life as an artist— it was while she was recovering from her accident that she began to paint, and she explored self-portrait so thoroughly because it was all she had— she had a mirror over her bed and paints, and she used art as a way to cope with the MASSIVE amount of pain she was in and the fact that just as she was (I’ve seen sources that say 16 and others that say 19 but that age range), her whole world was reduced to suffering in a bed, for a very long time.

For that matter, she was not perfectly able-bodied before her accident because of childhood illness, but after the accident… She had her youth stolen, and she rebelled against being seen as an invalid, as being reduced to her suffering (the way that disabled people are STILL viewed), and she presented herself in her own terms in part to throw in the faces of those who presumed to narrow her down to the image of what they thought a ‘sick woman’ was/should be.

(via pencilpeople)