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imagine somebody who’s immortal having a gigantic room where all the walls are completely covered up with photos.

each one is of a different loved one whom they have outlived 






imageahhh this already has like fifty million notes but i just thought this was a really sweet idea… i didn’t get to draw the room as big as i wanted too ;_; but this is only 1/4th of that room or something!!!!

the wedding photo hurts the most

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Ok well this is the best photo ever

hands down

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Jessica Rey presents the history of the evolution of the swimsuit including the origins of its design, how it has changed overtime and the post-feminist association of the bikini symbolizing female empowerment. She refers to neuro-scientific studies revealing how male brains react to images of scantily clad women versus images of women deemed modest and what the implications of the results are for women in society.

(Note: As the OP, I disagree with Rey’s approach to putting the onus on women to alter ourselves rather than to alter the male perception of women – brain wiring has plenty to do with socialization and if we worked against the culture that fuels men’s objectification of women, women’s clothing choices would matter far less in terms of how men perceive us and determine how to interact with us).

Jessica Rey - The Evolution of the Swim Suit

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Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

Reblogging for the story so much more than the tattoo. This is lovely.



me at pokemon daycare

I had to reblog this again

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About 3-4 years ago I met this amazing person. We actually dated for a bit, but broke things off for different reasons. To this day, I absolutely love this person and the amazing entertainer they have become. I am only going to tell you their performance name because I don’t know if he would want me to share his real name.

Evah Destruction hopped in to the Atlanta drag scene a few years ago and never turned back. Working her way up from non payed gigs to out of state bookings, all the way to winning pageantry. Truthfully, a well rounded performer at such early marks in her career. With countless numbers under her belt and stunning get up’s, I could watch Evah perform the same song 300 times and still walk away feeling as if I had seen 300 unique performances.

The very first photo is an older-ish one of both Evah & I. I actually have this photo in my wallet because, little does she know, she has been one of my biggest inspirations. Simply for the sheer talent that she posses and the uncanny ability to perform without flaw. I dream of obtaining her stage presence someday. Not to perform drag, but to simply entertain in such a way that the audience is entirely captivated.

I am posting this because my friend has the amazing opportunity to be on RuPaul’s Drag Race Season 7. Now I know, RuPaul’s drag race has been under scrutiny lately because of some trans-phobic slurs, and I will admit that I quit watching the show a long time ago because I have never been to fond of the “drag language” I guess you could say. HOWEVER, I know Evah personally and I have experienced her level of entertainment. Being on drag race could be the exposure she needs to launch her into the performance career that she deserves. Bellow is a link that will take you to a voting panel, and I wanted to ask you to go vote for her. It would only take a moment and I know that she would really appreciate it. I don’t get to spend much time with this person outside of drag anymore, but I know its because we are both taking our lives in directions that require us to remain focused and resilient. But none the less, he is my friend and this is the least that I can do. Thank you for voting and reblogging, I really appreciate it, and I know my blog has absolutely nothing to do with drag but I hope that you all will excuse this one post, for my friend. Xoxoxo

-Elliott Alexzander

Here is the link to vote


you fucked up


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