hannasnonsense:

Telling someone they’re not good enough is not okay

Telling someone they’re not good enough is not okay

I don’t care if you’re joking. I don’t care if you think ‘It will push them to work harder.’ Because it isn’t a joke, and it will not always make someone want to work harder to prove you wrong.

Sometimes they accept it as a fact, then they live with a mindset of “Why try when I’m just going to fail?”

It’s not okay.

kittyarena:

victoriakristyn:

i-am-the-last-timelord:

likeafieldmouse:

Keng Lye - Alive without Breath (2013) - Hyperrealistic sea animals created using acrylics and epoxy resin, layer by layer

YOU’RE TELLING ME NONE OF THESE ARE REAL ANIMALS!?!?!?

And here I was thinking this asshole collected sea animals in cereal bowls.

he does more animals now!? ugh. he’s so perfect

glasmond:

lagondole:

Okurie by Yosuke Tan

You come back to the classroom to retrieve your forgotten items. It’s getting late and you need to rush home in time for supper. You tighten the grip on your bag and you glance out the window to see that the sun has already set.

“My, what nice cherry blossoms outside,” you say but your smile disappears as you realize there were never any cherry blossoms at this window. Suddenly, there’s a gust of wind and the door behind you slams shut. There is a bright flash and the lights go out, encasing you in a gloomy abyss. You scramble towards the window, the only source of light in the darkness, and shove desks and chairs out of your way. Your breathing is heavy. Why are you so afraid? It’s just a simple power outage isn’t it? But then you hear the dripping behind you. You can smell it, the acrid taste of metal in the air. You turn around.

Bloody hand prints drip down the window. Some are old and cracking, some unnervingly fresh. A few appear as you watch, slowly smearing down the smooth surface. The glass whines as it fights the invisible hands that forcefully caress it. You hear the moans of the deceased and the screams of the tortured from outside. Despite your better judgment, you raise your hands towards the glass. The glass is cool to the touch. Your curiosity betrays you and you peak between the stains to see the world beyond. Looking outside, you see the classroom you are in. A figure on the other side collapses to the floor. The lights come back on inside, and you realize it was you. You are inside the lit classroom, lying dead on the ground, your hands stained red. You lift your own hands away from the glass in fright, leaving two bloody blossoms smudged permanently onto the tree.

(Source: from89)

elessar2931:

THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST FANART I HAVE EVER SEEN OMFG 

(Source: jeffgoldblumseroticnipples)

theartofanimation:

Melani Sie

theartofanimation:

Imaginism

atenineten:

every day

crawling my way to the end of this semester

(Source: elvishness)

condoleezza-ricearoni:

pie-sandwich:

Insomnia

whoa

(Source: pianouran)