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(Source: feministhistorian)
What I’m working on right now for my Sex class (the assignment was to shoot a sexual autobiography in a frame).
Self portrait bound.
AHHHHHH GENE PARMESAN!!!!!!!!
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Martin Freeman. The man who is made of kittens, rainbows and unicorns.
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I was already sad because I realized… every day at my work, a different set of volunteers comes in to help with the museum. I’ve gotten to know each and every one of these amazing people. I leave next Tuesday at noon, right after work. This means that I’m going to be spending my entire week saying goodbyes.
I hate goodbyes. And not in the, “Oh boohoo it’s so sad I’m never going to see you again” way, but in the, “saying goodbye would not give my respect justice” way. I’m probably never going to see these people again - many of them are in their 90s and in ill health (many are WWII vets). I inevitably feel bad about goodbyes because I feel guilty I have not shown them the sincere appreciation they deserve for being so kind to me and allowing them into their circle of friends and family. For every goodbye there are a thousand ways in which that person has impacted my life, and no matter how it’s done, no goodbye can ever truly symbolize how much a person means to me.
Yes, I am one of those people who, if I could, would leave in the middle of the night without telling anyone because I want the last few moments of my time with someone to be our true relationship with each other, not forced emotions and expressions of fleeting last thoughts we are never able to see to fruition together.
This is going to be one of the hardest weeks of my life.
that is so welsh. i show you something fantastic; you find fault.
torchwood, series one
My dash needs some Torchwood.
René Magritte & Georgette Magritte Holding Hands Behind a Tree, 1965.
Photo by Duane Michals
omg this is one of the greatest things I’ve ever seen.