a wild of nothing

where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing
Lauren. 27. On the fence about just about everything.


do you want to know a secret?  
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mizjesbelle:

nonjudgementalme:

These are fucking amazing

The figure swinging the earth –  The Force Of Nature by Lorenzo Quinn

The guy being dragged by a bird – part of an installation titled Hacienda Paradise – Utopia Experiment by Fredrik Raddum.

The balancing elephant – Balancing Elephant by Daniel Firman.

The tea splashes kissing – Kiss of Eternity by Johnson Tsang.

The figure emerging from the wall – Break Through From Your Mold by Zenos Frudakis

The meditating figure splitting apart – Expansion by Paige Bradley.

The horses running through water – Mustangs at Las Colinas by Robert Glen.

The giant peeking from under the lawn – Popped Up by Ervin Loránth Hervé

The man under the raining umbrella –  L’uomo della Pioggia (The Rain Man) by Jean-Michel Folon.

The huge bearded guy – The Appennnine Colossus by Giambologna.

The impossibly balanced stones on a beach – Untitled by Adrian Gray

The dragons with an egg – The Dragons in Love or The Varna Dragons by  Darin Lazarov.

The stairway to nowhere –  Diminish And Ascend by David McCracken

The underwater circle – Vicissitudes by Jason deCaires Taylor.

The epic warrior guy – General Guan Yu by Han Meilin

The sinking library –  Sinking Building Outside State Library, Melbourne, Australia.  I couldn’t find an artist’s name.

The giant hand holding a tree – The Caring Hand by Eva Oertli and Beat Huber

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thothoward:

all of science fiction: human beings will resent A.I and robots and will never trust them

real human beings: I had to apologize to my roomba for stepping on him today I felt so bad he cleaned my whole house and I just stomped on him

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closet-keys:

My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.

I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”

He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral

And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it

I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning

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Anonymous asked: Would you become immortal if given the opportunity?

Nope nope nope nope nooooooppppppeeee.

The idea of immortality is very scary to me. I enjoy my life, but knowing it has an end date where everything will be reset is part of that enjoyment.

I have a pretty powerful fear of being trapped somewhere. Immortality immediately makes me think of Sybil. In that vein, I am also terrified of ending up insane and still being trapped alive, being a burden, etc. And I think that would be inevitable after some length of time, whether that was hundreds or thousands of years.

I think dying is comforting to me because the “recycling” it implies to me helps me feel like things might approach a balanced state over time. Kind of like sleep, the ability to shed accumulated stresses and misconceptions and grudges seems like an opportunity or a gift, rather than a scary thing.

Thanks for asking!

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henricavyll:

Every night I imagine that I’m walking those streets home and I know every single step of the way, and I whisper in her ear, “I’m here.“ 

 Lion (2016) dir. Garth Davis

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thesargassosea:

You’ve come a long way, haven’t you? Little one. I’m sure it hasn’t been easy. One day you will tell me all about it. You’ll tell me everything. Who you are, everything. I’ll always listen. Always.

-Lion (2016)

lion
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zooeydeschanel:

Lion (2016) dir. Garth Davis

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Anonymous asked: Would you rather be 4 feet tall or 8 feet tall?

I would pick 8 feet tall.

If I was younger I would immediately aim to be a professional basketball, soccer, or water polo player. Not sure the height would be enough to supplement the skills I’d be able to develop as an adult, but I’d probably try it anyway at my current age.

I considered 4 feet as an adult, because I think clothing, housing etc. would be more suitable than at 8 feet tall. I’m not sure about driving at 4 feet though, and I think there is an unconscious association between tallness and dominance because when I imagine being 4 feet tall it makes me feel vulnerable and left out.

So yeah. 8 feet, and I’d use the tailoring my clothes would probably require as an excuse to get some badass suits perfectly fitted.

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i want to go on survivor so bad survivor survivor 37
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dinvyxtina:
“angelina’s gameplay all season
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dinvyxtina:

angelina’s gameplay all season

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