cross-connect:

Larice Barbosa is a design student and photographer from Brasil.

This is a project that combines the click of a camera shutter with the ink of Larice’s great illustrations.

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high-ryanlion-flyin:

Keep your mouth shut and your chakras open

high-ryanlion-flyin:

Keep your mouth shut and your chakras open

inspired by (x) and (x)

phyxiated:

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

Im crying oh my god

taggedrne:

mom: how r u doing in school??

me: image

what the fuck is this grading system ????????

mprtrrbnsn:

1000th post.
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mprtrrbnsn:

1000th post.

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infinitelysaved:

notspeakingisnt-notlistening:

annalisah:

COUNTER // CULTURE

For my photography class I did series of self-portraits in which I attempted to portray culture and counterculture for the past 10 decades. This is the product of that idea…

this is SO COOL oh man

I love this

bedsafely:

SUDDENLY, HALF-MEXICAN/HALF-INDIAN HUMAN KARKAT VANTAS.

HIS FAMILY IS THE SIZE OF A SMALL VILLAGE.

HIS BEST FRIEND IS INCREDIBLY THE PUT TOGETHER, STYLISH IRANIAN LESBIAN, KANAYA MARYAM WHO IS PARTIAL TO BEAUTIFUL, EMOTIONALLY UNAVAILABLE FIXER-UPPERS.

TOGETHER THEY FIGHT CRIME

i accidentally homestuck’d myself. whoops.