I look at photographs, the ones that people ask me to sign sometimes, and think, ‘What are people seeing?’ I have had this face for 35 years. I’m never going to change it. But I wouldn’t desire me. I can see beauty in other men. Ryan Gosling? Fuck. George Clooney? Wow. But you can see the enigma in those kind of faces. But I can’t see it in myself at all.
–Benedict Cumberbatch (via galifianafuck)
this man does not understand how perfect he is
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Scott Partridge | jevajeva on Tumblr (USA) - symbols. digital, 8.5”x11”
Scott Partridge is a digital and traditional artist. The subject of his work matter often features nature and organic forms, but also internal landscapes, and he tends to execute his pieces in a whimsical fashion. Please visit Scott’s website or follow his Tumblr for more work.
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what have I done
THERE WENT MY DRINK
Soda all over my desk now.
wut
fandom u ok?
I realised I am a lost case. At first I scrolled past this, not noticing anything special about it at all. Tumblr has ruined me. xD
Oh dear Lord.
Moffat, throw us a god damn bone. Quick.
I CAN’T BREATHE.
This just made my week a little better. My Betsey Johnson cosmetics bag just came in the mail!
FURIOUS.
What the hell is up with this week?
My grandmother’s funeral was Wednesday.
Got into a fight with my boyfriend yesterday.
Found out I was DROPPED from my dental insurance (my brother too). Don’t know when that happened, it was just realized yesterday. A week before my appointment.
Wanted to try a new class at my gym that I need a yoga mat for and my yoga mat has “mysteriously” disappeared out of the spare bedroom we’re using for storage. Oh, and my fun Portal shirt? I just realized this morning that’s gone, no idea where. This is especially funny because my mom just noticed that her engagement ring is gone and thinks I took it. So maybe we have some gremlins that like to take random objects. Or maybe my mom does things when she’s half awake and then has no recollection of it. Gee, which sounds more plausible?
I just tore my room & the spare bedroom apart trying to find my yoga mat. It’s not in my car either. It’s most likely hanging out where all the missing socks from your laundry end up.
I have felt absolutely crappy the past couple of days and I can’t figure out why. Now add all of this frustration to the mix and you have a ticking time bomb.
The next person that talks to me is going to get flipped out on; so please leave me the FUCK alone.
About me
the musings of a full time photo developer, student, friend, lover, pop culture junkie, hockey fan, anachronism, hot mess. old enough to know better but too young to care.
