the-dirty-doll:

Jana Romanova a Russian photographer captures couples in their sleep to explore their cultural attitude inside their families. Since she didn’t want them to pose she had to stick around their house till they fall asleep deeply and she would take the picture at 5-6 am. The project was named “Waiting” as they are parents to be.

Awwe. the one where he has her hand on her belly. 

avantgarterbelt:

My mom kept everything she’s found in the washing machine the past ten years and made it into an art piece. It’s basically an awesome portrait of what it’s like for two girls growing up in the late 90s/early 2000s.

avantgarterbelt:

My mom kept everything she’s found in the washing machine the past ten years and made it into an art piece. It’s basically an awesome portrait of what it’s like for two girls growing up in the late 90s/early 2000s.

morgick:

Took a picture of my friend’s hand.

Check out this sick photo my boyfriend took. (Looks WAY cooler on desktop)!

morgick:

Took a picture of my friend’s hand.

Check out this sick photo my boyfriend took. (Looks WAY cooler on desktop)!

Thurstan Crow And His Beloved Wife

It was the biggest gala of the year. Everyone from milkmaid to baroness were invited to attend the celebration of the engagement of the two remaining heirs of the wealthiest families in Ironbridge. The ladies, in their finery and the men with freshly shined boots, all arrived at Torchwood Manor, the home of Baron Jules Torchwood, the father of the groom on this particular evening teeming with excitement and anticipation.

The moon was bright and high in the sky; weather clear and a subtle breeze blew through the wind chimes that hung in the garden. Eveyone was dancing and chatting in the grandest ballroom in the Manor. Everyone was a blur of fine, colourful clothing, and the smell of rich wine and freshly picked flowers was thick in the air. Exactly an hour into the festivities after everyone had arrived, the Baron Jules stood up on a stool and summoned everyone to gather around and direct their attention to the ostentatious stiarcase where Eliza Foretta, the bride would be decedning down the stairs. just then in a flury of music, the doors atop the stairs swung open and out walked an angel. Madam Foretta looked so stunning everyone was held in complete shock and awe for a sum of minutes. Finally the room burst into cheering and applause and she ran down the stairs into the arms of her husband to be. Never before was there a happier couple, or more anticipated wedding.

It was at this exact moment when the grand mahogany doors of Torchwood manor suddenly swung open wide once again. Everyone, confused, stopped cheering and clapping and started at the doorway. There was a collective gasp and a tangible and horrified silence as the visitor strolled through the doorway, casually, like the devil himself. He sauntered down the stairs with intent and a strange, eerie smile on his face. Though it is not the visitor himself that had caused such a scene, but rather what he held in his hands: A large glass jar with a human brain suspended within. Submerged in strange green liquid that almost seemed to glow in the light of the chandeliers, he gripped the jar under one arm and walked towards the crowd. 

whispers rippled amongst the stunned people, and it was all the same name. Thurstan Crow, the renowned scientist who had gone mad after the death of his beloved wife.

Who was allegedly the owner of the human brain he carried with him.

We burned Kyle’s socks. (Also I failed to turn my phone when I recorded the video so slay me.)

"im legal!"

me, right now
House phone

House phone

My iPhone case I made.

My iPhone case I made.

OH. 
MY.
GOSH.
ITS.
P E R F E C T.

OH. 

MY.

GOSH.

ITS.

P E R F E C T.

Rings. Still grounded, being sneaky. x