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Adam Parrish + Richard Siken
“The fact of his pulse, the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire not to disturb the air around him. Everyone could see the way his muscles worked, the way we look like animals, his skin barely keeping him inside.”
— Little Beast, Richard Siken
Qiu Minye has found a new way of recording time by removing the identity of an image and creating the exquisite shape, life and texture. The object is floating lightly in a soft space like a song. It equals to the existence itself, which makes us sigh for the nature and thus feel the gratitude to the artist for giving us the opportunity to experience the nature.
My God - Qiu Minye Photography Exhibition Ofoto Gallery - 2F, Building 13, 50 Moganshan Rd. Shanghai Opening on 25th Oct. 2014 from 4pm © All images courtesy of the artist
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I'm fighting with you. I'm done running. | Amon Koutarou TG√A e.1
I’m not going back to Anteiku. I’m… going over to Aogiri.
there’s nothing worse than having someone tell you they won’t leave but you can see them slowly backing out of your life
I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.
Favorite Book or Series [1/20]: Daughter of Smoke & Bone Trilogy by Laini Taylor
“Dead souls dream only of death. Small dreams for small men. It is life that expands to fill worlds. Life is your master, or death is.”
We’re stronger t o g e t h e r
'stellarscapes' - new project first random sketch with lightfull ending Oriol Angrill Jordà
"On set, I’m always very clear about what I actually feel. I try to avoid passive-aggressive behavior, so people know if I’m happy, I’m happy, if I’m frustrated, I’m frustrated. I mean what I say.”
“He left bloody fingerprints on the rock, but there was something satisfying about that.
I was here. I exist. I’m alive, because I bleed.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue
And i didn’t regret it anymore.
I’d wasted so much time wishing I could be different,
wishing I could change things, change myself.
If given the chance, I would’ve shed myself and
become a different girl. Slipped on a name like Clara or Mary,
docile and gentle and smiling and kind. I thought it would be easier
to be someone else than to be who I was becoming, but I didn’t
think that anymore. The girl who wanted those things had died with
Rachel, buried under the asylum I brought down. And I realized now,
for the first time, really, that I didn’t miss her.
the waitomo limestone caves on new zealand’s northern island are home to an endemic species of bioluminescent fungus gnat (arachnocampa luminosa, or glow worm fly) who in their larval stage produce silk threads from which to hang and, using a blue light emitted from a modified excretory organ in their tails, lure in prey who then become ensnared in sticky droplets of mucus. photos by dylan toh & marianne lim, spellbound tours, martin rietze and z blue polaris
