chrisnolan-ca:

In continuing the recent theme of portraits of powerful women, here is a selection of Maxim Vakhovskiy‘s figure portraits featuring women and their babies.  Check out his book, Black Venus and many of his other stunning photographs on his tumblr.

needlesslycryptic:


A letter to my future self'Am I still happy?' I beganHave I grown up pretty?Is Daddy still a good man?

needlesslycryptic:

A letter to my future self
'Am I still happy?' I began
Have I grown up pretty?
Is Daddy still a good man?

All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.

armisael:

mass effect dialog options

armisael:

mass effect dialog options

Green is the best color in the world when it’s in the form of dollar bills. You love the feel of them, the way they crumple in your hands, that distinct smell that’s not quite paper. It feels like the best touch; it feels like the greatest high that runs through your veins after you light up; it feels like power. And, of course, green is better when it’s paired with the best other color: red. It’s not quite red, actually. It’s not the same when you look up in the mirror after you’ve crashed and see your eyes in the mirror, nor is it the same when you’re throwing up blood in the toilet because it’s the third day in a row you’ve forgotten to eat. No, this red is like it was put in the sun, and the gold from the rays leaked into it. It was able to be crumpled up and smashed and mixed to create the powder that you sell, and you know it’s good because every single time you’ve had it, you couldn’t stop shaking. It’s the kind of red that made you famous, the red that made you, for the first time since you can remember, see the sun go down and wish there was more hours in a day. 
The color was poppy red, and god damn, was it pretty. 

Sketch trade for Taffy <3333333 

Green is the best color in the world when it’s in the form of dollar bills. You love the feel of them, the way they crumple in your hands, that distinct smell that’s not quite paper. It feels like the best touch; it feels like the greatest high that runs through your veins after you light up; it feels like power. And, of course, green is better when it’s paired with the best other color: red. It’s not quite red, actually. It’s not the same when you look up in the mirror after you’ve crashed and see your eyes in the mirror, nor is it the same when you’re throwing up blood in the toilet because it’s the third day in a row you’ve forgotten to eat. No, this red is like it was put in the sun, and the gold from the rays leaked into it. It was able to be crumpled up and smashed and mixed to create the powder that you sell, and you know it’s good because every single time you’ve had it, you couldn’t stop shaking. It’s the kind of red that made you famous, the red that made you, for the first time since you can remember, see the sun go down and wish there was more hours in a day.

The color was poppy red, and god damn, was it pretty.

Sketch trade for Taffy <3333333 

unclefather:

This is how us white people hatch. Weird cocoons. 

unclefather:

This is how us white people hatch. Weird cocoons. 

sqvad:

im fuckin crying

sqvad:

im fuckin crying