worldwar-two:

Soviet soldiers fighting in the streets of Stalino - now known as Donetsk - in Ukraine, 1943. [x]

worldwar-two:

Soviet soldiers fighting in the streets of Stalino - now known as Donetsk - in Ukraine, 1943. [x]

notordinaryfashion:

Elie Saab Haute Couture F/W 2011

notordinaryfashion:

Elie Saab Haute Couture F/W 2011

emilydickensen:


T H E   A R C H E T Y P E S   |  M E R M A I D S


in the deep ocean is a world of silence. not a sound can be heard. here is where they live. the women of the deep. without legs, they are trapped beneath the water. they bring others to them instead with their songs of lust and promise. but a human cannot survive beneath. so they proclaim to never love those above. still it happens. and still they die. but a mermaid had no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.

emilydickensen:

T H E   A R C H E T Y P E S    M E R M A I D S
in the deep ocean is a world of silence. not a sound can be heard. here is where they live. the women of the deep. without legs, they are trapped beneath the water. they bring others to them instead with their songs of lust and promise. but a human cannot survive beneath. so they proclaim to never love those above. still it happens. and still they die. but a mermaid had no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.
Writers don’t write from experience, though many are resistant to admit that they don’t. I want to be clear about this. If you wrote from experience, you’d get maybe one book, maybe three poems. Writers write from empathy.
― American activist, writer, educator and commentator, Nikki Giovanni (via ingridrdiaz)

CRES. E DIM. fall/winter 2014 collection.

CRES. E DIM. fall/winter 2014 collection.

fight-0ff-yourdem0ns:

amanderegg:

rawtranquility:

A flower for you, my lady.

Sloths are what happens when coconuts come alive

That comment makes sense

fight-0ff-yourdem0ns:

amanderegg:

rawtranquility:

A flower for you, my lady.

Sloths are what happens when coconuts come alive

That comment makes sense

actualdemon:

The music choices in Supernatural, much like the set dressing, are typically not coincidental.

Loneliness is the coat you wear
A deep shade of blue is always there

The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
The moon ain't gonna rise in the sky
Tears are always clouding your eyes
When you're without love
Baby

Emptiness is the place you're in
Nothing to lose, but no more to win

The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
The moon ain't gonna rise in the sky
Tears are always clouding your eyes
When you're without love
Lonely
Without you
Baby
Oh, I need you
I can't go on

The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
The moon ain't gonna rise in the sky
Tears are always clouding your eyes
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
When you're without love

The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
Not anymore
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
Bring it back, baby
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore
Oh, baby

Make of that what you will.