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ohshitcam:

Pan’s Labyrinth

ohshitcam:

Pan’s Labyrinth

cellophaneseas:

tuexdo-mask:


goodbyebrazil:


firstly, oh my good god taylor
secondably, what an incredible photograph taken by an all-around incredible gal named sepeed.


omgg stop ^_^


wow thanks maddie!! <3

cellophaneseas:

tuexdo-mask:

goodbyebrazil:

firstly, oh my good god taylor

secondably, what an incredible photograph taken by an all-around incredible gal named sepeed.

omgg stop ^_^

wow thanks maddie!! <3

emmyc:

typette:

slutaeyang:

this is the best gif i’ve ever seen 

this gif was good, and then it got better

my day is saved

emmyc:

typette:

slutaeyang:

this is the best gif i’ve ever seen 

this gif was good, and then it got better

my day is saved

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songsmycatlikes:

Gotan Project - Mi Confesion

diabetic-homeless-hookers:

interrobangsandtildes:


Clifford Hoyt, age 31, suffered serious injuries in an automobile accident in 1999. After he regained consciousness, he told a terrified nurse that he had died and visited Hell. He expounded on the tortures and anguish he experienced in frightening detail. He refused psychological treatment and was released.
Several weeks later, Hoyt’s neighbors complained to their landlord that strange music was playing in his apartment at all hours of the night. Upon investigating, the building’s owner found Clifford in this condition. Mr. Hoyt was still quite lucid and protested when the landlord attempted to call the police. Concerned for the damage done to his property, he took photographs of the apartment, of which the image above is an example. He left and contacted Mr. Hoyt’s family, who contacted authorities.
Clifford claimed that demons from Hell were still trying to capture him. He explained that his body would burn incessantly unless he played music to scare the demons away. He would only leave the house for short periods of time to get minimal supplies, including large blocks of ice to soothe the burning he felt as he tried to sleep.


I know I’ve reblogged this at least twice. It’s still amazing though.

diabetic-homeless-hookers:

interrobangsandtildes:

Clifford Hoyt, age 31, suffered serious injuries in an automobile accident in 1999. After he regained consciousness, he told a terrified nurse that he had died and visited Hell. He expounded on the tortures and anguish he experienced in frightening detail. He refused psychological treatment and was released.

Several weeks later, Hoyt’s neighbors complained to their landlord that strange music was playing in his apartment at all hours of the night. Upon investigating, the building’s owner found Clifford in this condition. Mr. Hoyt was still quite lucid and protested when the landlord attempted to call the police. Concerned for the damage done to his property, he took photographs of the apartment, of which the image above is an example. He left and contacted Mr. Hoyt’s family, who contacted authorities.

Clifford claimed that demons from Hell were still trying to capture him. He explained that his body would burn incessantly unless he played music to scare the demons away. He would only leave the house for short periods of time to get minimal supplies, including large blocks of ice to soothe the burning he felt as he tried to sleep.

I know I’ve reblogged this at least twice. It’s still amazing though.

Notorious B.I.G. - Party and Bullshit
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thekellyb:

thwaitexedge:

I was a terror since the public school era

Happy Birthday

purringly:

tallulah-betula:

How the world should be

Brilliant!

purringly:

tallulah-betula:

How the world should be

Brilliant!

recovering-from-everything:

withstands:

youthfairy:

wow

i need more blogs to follow. message me and i’ll check out your blog!

holy shit

recovering-from-everything:

withstands:

youthfairy:

wow

i need more blogs to follow. message me and i’ll check out your blog!

holy shit

7knotwind:

Alud (Landslip)
Performance, 2011 (video here)

Regina José Galindo 

the artist’s words:
Water runs.

The body is there, dirty.
The public’s position as observer is replaced by the action of participating and cleansing the body. Motivated, perhaps by some empathy for the unknown individual, hidden behind the mud.