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gwenlightened:

golden-zephyr:

z33r0:

areyouahauntedpotato:

ozyreads:

stankface:

mentation:

n4maste:

i think its cool that theyre both black

My history professor told me there are 300 shades of African skin, I believe him. 

FINALLY!
A fucking pic that doesn’t fetishize albinos!!!! I never thought I’d live to see the day tbh.

holy shit that is an amazing visual

Omg what I thought those people were painted
Holy cow is that their real skin human diversity is amazing

This is gorgeous.

From Samuel Slider :
“It’s pretty incredible to think of how diverse humans are, but perhaps one of the ways we’re most diverse is skin color. A picture of Papis Loveday and Shaun Ross, shows that better than most. Shaun Ross is an albino model, who also happens to be African. He has, perhaps, the whitest skin of any human being. Meanwhile, Papis Loveday has what looks to be the darkest skin of any human being. Quite impressive to look at”
Lamutamu.com has a bunch of photos of their photoshoot!!!

I love this.


Fucking wow

gwenlightened:

golden-zephyr:

z33r0:

areyouahauntedpotato:

ozyreads:

stankface:

mentation:

n4maste:

i think its cool that theyre both black

My history professor told me there are 300 shades of African skin, I believe him. 

FINALLY!

A fucking pic that doesn’t fetishize albinos!!!! I never thought I’d live to see the day tbh.

holy shit that is an amazing visual

Omg what I thought those people were painted

Holy cow is that their real skin human diversity is amazing

This is gorgeous.

From Samuel Slider :

“It’s pretty incredible to think of how diverse humans are, but perhaps one of the ways we’re most diverse is skin color. A picture of Papis Loveday and Shaun Ross, shows that better than most. Shaun Ross is an albino model, who also happens to be African. He has, perhaps, the whitest skin of any human being. Meanwhile, Papis Loveday has what looks to be the darkest skin of any human being. Quite impressive to look at”

Lamutamu.com has a bunch of photos of their photoshoot!!!

I love this.

Fucking wow

aadatart:

Afropunk Hair Portraits by Artist Awol Erizku, featured in VOGUE.

01.09.14

Think the worst part of having eyes is seeing how much effort and time loved ones put into indulging and conversing with the ‘meaningless fillers of life’.
The past they keep present and filter through to a future which might not even be.
And you just settle for whatever morsel they throw your way.
Because that’s all you’ll get dear.
You care too much.

I just shut my eyes and find comfort in the fact that options, I have aplenty.
I just make a choice to lose by keeping myself in this spot.
There is genuinely nothing in this world I could lose I haven’t lost before.


This is me,
Signed,
Audrey x

P.S The things that consume us are often our downfall. Please be kind to yourself.

I’m not going to be the girl you marry, but I’ll be the girl you’ll be thinking of 20 years from now while you engage in polite sex with your boring wife who fakes her orgasm to make you feel better about your receding hairline.
the girl you wished you had (via vintage-drunk)
3.8.14

Dear friend,

It is with such regret I write to you in these times of sadness. I’m not one to be drawn into the shadows but I’ve found myself cast right under the darkest wings of my thoughts.
Maybe my fondness for the diabolical has caught up with me.
Self righteousness amiss I feel like I’m bathing in the sins of my own and others and I dare shudder to think of the mess we have made of things.

I write to you because writing is all I have. Whether or not you recieve this correspondance is another matter of its own.
I yearn for you, dear friend. I wish nothing but the best in these circumstances but as of late I’m becoming aware of my reluctance to divulge in anything other than my sorrows.
My pain strips and tears at my eyes. I can feel the scratches and bearings of my efforts not to break down crumbling beneath my weakened foundations.

It is in this time and this time alone I will apologise for this sudden urge to write to you when the time is not ripe for either of us.
I have so many questions to ask.
Too many.
But I will hold my curiosities and keep my anxieties at bay.

But friend, I will tell you this.
Things are not what they were.
I am a shell.
I do not dare go beyond that anymore.
Because dear friend, beyond there is more of what has already crept inside.
And I am scarred with battle.
I have betrayed myself.
And been betrayed.

Friend, if I may still call upon you as a person that dear to me, I wish not to worry you, or raise your concerns.
You have your own of which I more than understand.

But I must tell you, warn you even.
The sadness that consumes us.
The shadows that plague us.
Will always be brought by familiarity.


Keep well, dear one.


Much love,
Your Friend

shwagerr:

THIS FUCKING EPISODE CREEPED ME OUT SO FUCKING MUCH I GOT SCARED FOR COURAGE

shwagerr:

THIS FUCKING EPISODE CREEPED ME OUT SO FUCKING MUCH I GOT SCARED FOR COURAGE

distraction:

castielspastrymishap:

lovelikewoe:

promisesnevertobekept:

gabbygirlw17:

221cbakerstreet:

insomniac—thoughts:

Favorite Titanic scenes: “So, you wanna go to a real party?”

Plot Twist: It’s a Gatsby party. 

both ways he ends up dead in the water

and doesn’t get the girl

Or an oscar.

Somehow we always end up here

omg

intrepidprofessor:

I am so worried about finding the right person. I know, mentally, I should just wait for her to come to me. I should be looking, and not searching.But god, I am so afraid of being wrong..I want to find that one person that I can feel as comfortable with in deep, naked embrace as I can in general conversation.Someone I can spend hours talking to, but feel just as okay being in complete silence with.Someone I can love and cherish just as much as they love me.I hope she’s out there.I hope that we meet.

intrepidprofessor:

I am so worried about finding the right person. I know, mentally, I should just wait for her to come to me. I should be looking, and not searching.
But god, I am so afraid of being wrong..
I want to find that one person that I can feel as comfortable with in deep, naked embrace as I can in general conversation.
Someone I can spend hours talking to, but feel just as okay being in complete silence with.
Someone I can love and cherish just as much as they love me.

I hope she’s out there.
I hope that we meet.

Love is just a thing we tell ourselves to sleep at night
Anon