1. visualgraphc:

    Principles of Design in Paper Art by Efil Turk

    (Source: behance.net, via sjbernhiselart)

     

    1. what she says: you can touch my hair if you want
    2. what she means: please for the love of god play with my hair feel how soft it is i will roll over into your lap like a kitten
     

  2. sugarfreeplz:

    Inconsistent posting due to the fact that I’m organizing a fundraiser to benefit Earthjustice called “B. A. R. E.” It’s super rad: there will be bellydancing and maybe some drag queens - I am so so stoked.

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    Look, a flyer. I created it.

    It’s going to a bad-ass event. If you’re in the Salt…

    The BARE event is my brainchild and I want you all to come. Also, if you haven’t checked it out yet sugarfreeplz is my blog about being healthy and dating. I think I actually make people laugh sometimes, but I’m never sure because this is the internet. 

     
  3. comedycentral:

    "You’re not supposed to eat Americone Dream after sex. You’re supposed to eat it during sex. That’s what the waffle cone pieces are for, they’re ribbed for your pleasure.” -Stephen Colbert

     

  4. "

    My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.

    To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…

    Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.

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    — My only statement. My brothers’ are also online. Thank you for all your kindness, and goodbye for awhile guys. xo (via zeldawilliams)
     
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  6. thank you, robin williams

    This is my 100th post on tumblr. It doesn’t really mean anything, but I was thinking of how to make it a little special because I have a hard time sticking with projects. It seems only right that I give this post to Robin Williams.

    I was 3 years old when I first saw Mrs Doubtfire in the movie theatres. I don’t remember it very well, but I do remember laughing and being incredibly amused by a cross-dressing Robin Williams. I went on to watch Mrs Doubtfire over 200 times between ages 3 and 16. It was one of three VHS tapes that were at my family’s ranch home that could hold everyone’s interest. My cousins and I would visit every summer and rotate through the three VHS tapes while our parents were taking care of business stuff. We’d start with Mrs Doubtfire, move on to Erin Brockovich, then to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and back to Mrs Doubtfire. Sometimes we would just rewind and re-watch Mrs Doubtfire the whole trip, not even bothering with the other two. Much to our parents’ distress, we were able to recite the whole “Figaro” sequence by heart - and did so with great gusto on the road trip back home many times. 

    One of my only complete memories of my Great Grandma Emilie is watching Aladdin from her living room floor as Genie sings “You Ain’t Never Had a Friend Like Me”. I remember wondering aloud that the movie looked wider in the movie theaters and why did it look so boxy on her rear-projection television? She didn’t have an answer. 

    When I was 14 I borrowed the screenplay of Dead Poet’s Society from the Library as reading material for English class. I had never seen the movie, but I knew Robin Williams was in it so I thought it could be great. As I got to the end of the screenplay in class, I began to sob. In the screenplay, Neil’s suicide occurs right after his theatrical debut, and his father’s disappointment. He sneaks into his father’s study later and exchanges his wreath of laurels for the gun. People were uncomfortably peeking at me from behind their paperback Goosebumps and Harry Potters  and as I sobbed, I was discovering the meaning of passion. Neil’s passion is one that inspires life and death choices. Passion for something that if no longer possessed you cannot live without it. Passion that makes you hungry for life. It inspired me to go forth and live with passion - a part of myself I’d not yet discovered.

    I was 18 and it was a Saturday night. I was spending it with my then-boyfriend and his parents, watching Mythbusters and drinking Coca Colas. The DVR’d episode finished and the regular television transitioned in to Live in the Actor’s Studio with Robin Williams. It was about a quarter of the way through but we watched it anyway. I remember laughing so hard that coke came out my nose, and then laughing even harder because Robin Williams can’t stop won’t stop when it comes to being funny. 

    Except now he has. And all we have is all he has given us. What we didn’t cherish before we will now with an unprecedented appreciation. One of the world’s greatest lights has been extinguished, and we are left in the lurch of what to do without you.

    O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
    The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
    The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
    While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
    But O heart! heart! heart!
    O the bleeding drops of red,
    Where on the deck my Captain lies,
    Fallen cold and dead.


    O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
    Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; 10
    For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
    For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
    Here Captain! dear father!
    This arm beneath your head;
    It is some dream that on the deck,
    You’ve fallen cold and dead.


    My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
    My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
    The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
    From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
    Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
    But I, with mournful tread,
    Walk the deck my Captain lies,
    Fallen cold and dead. 

    May you live forever in your films and the hearts of the people that loved you, Robin Williams. You have contributed more to my life than I could have ever asked and you did it without anyone asking.
     

  7. I was in a prison, but I was not a prisoner. We were looking for one another. You couldn’t find me when I was right in front of you. It broke my heart. It wasn’t your fault. They had told you I wasn’t really there after all - even though you couldn’t stop yourself from searching. How were you supposed to know I was important to you after all?

    I remember the grey walls were bare of decor, the recreation area was littered with incomplete board games, and the lighting sparse and stark. We caught only glimpses of one another - or what we thought was each other - convincing enough to drive us forward. In the end the glimpses were illusions, tricks of the eye and the mind. This world was our reality and I was only a part of yours through your insistent desire to find me. 

    All of this was something I knew, even though I never found you either. Maybe it wasn’t just me who couldn’t see properly.

    Tagged #dream
     

  8. I dreamt about you this morning in the delicate balance between sleep and waking. You climbed into bed and held me, spooned up against me. Your body was warm, your touch a gravitational pull deeper into your arms. The sound of your breathing against my ear brought me close to wakefulness so I clung to the feeling of you.

    "Do you miss me?" Yes.
    “Did you get what you wanted?” Maybe.
    “When will you know?”

    You kissed my neck gently, breathed in deeply, pulled me closer. I felt both pleasant and sad as I awoke.

    Tagged #dream
     
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  10. zombiemoxie:

    zombiemoxie:

    Gonna break 100lbs on squats this week. Celebrate. 🍑

    I’ve been sick all week so I haven’t broken 100lbs yet. I’m really disappointed, and yet… this downtime has allowed me some quality time alone with my cute new booty.

    girl, where do you work out so i can gym date you sometime :o

    (via zombiemoxie-deactivated20140811)

     

  11. public service announcement: addendum

    I’m also going sugar free for a while. I’m blogging about that plus my experiences as a single white woman on tinder at sugarfreeplz.tumblr.com. I kind of expect it to be amazing. It also could totally suck. You should let me know.

    loves xoxo

     

  12. public service announcement

    If you’re looking for my art, it never left.

    I’m compiling it over at emilie-anthology.tumblr.com. I’m hoping to make that tumblr where I post all my photography, graphic design, and costuming. Please follow it - I’m actually very proud. :)

     

  13. peace fills all of it
    expanding, rising, pushing into small corners
    crevices of sadness, lost hopes, abandoned dreams
     

  14. i am betrayed by my smiles, my eyes
    in spite of my self, my intentions,
    my heart sings your name louder than
    my brain can drown out the thoughts of you