The asymptote of Nicki Minaj’s booty on the Anaconda cover is y = -20x

ha ha I am so indecisive this is just soooo great

#fuck me #fuck being unable to figure anything out ever #just fuck


Fish of Baltic Sea

While the Baltic Sea might seem boring and mundane compared to tropical oceans, it has a fairly diverse and very odd assemblage of fish. It’s the world’s largest pool of brackish water, but it’s geologically so young, there are no specialized brackish water species.

So it’s a confusing mix. There are resilient ocean species, often smaller than their oceanic counterparts and unable to breed in some parts of the sea, and just as resilient freshwater fish venturing into the salty parts. Arctic fish mixed with temperate species coming from south. Oceanic fish that once invaded fresh waters and then returned here, now unable to tolerate full ocean salinity.

Fish that give birth, fish whose males get pregnant, fish whose eyes migrate over their heads during their lifetimes, fish that build nests, fish that smell like fresh cucumber. We have everything.

Made for Sieppo, a children’s magazine published by The Finnish Association for Nature Conservation.

Black markers and Photoshop imitating watercolor.

Text and illustration: Maija Karala


model: Combi VW T2b 1978 
location: France
photo: Manon sim

Album: The Bones Of What You Believe
Track: Gun
Played: 460 times


From Prospect

Jack Latham


5x14: Ozymandias

Observations: “Vince Gilligan has famously said that Breaking Bad is the story of how Mr. Chips becomes Scarface. And it’s true, and that’s the exciting, attention-getting way of putting it. But it is equally, and heartbreakingly, the story of the journey from ‘Will do. Love you’ to ‘You stupid bitch! How dare you.’”
– from James Poniewozik’s review of Ozymandias


Jenny Riffle

Scavenger: Adventures in Treasure Hunting

oh well oh well


Che Guevara photographing Fidel Castro, Revolution Square, Havana, 1964

Liborio Noval


its not that I don’t believe in anything, I don’t think, it’s more that I won’t believe in anything remotely spiritual/religious that you tell me and I don’t have a hand in crafting

spirituality divorced of personal creation and meaning is even more nonsensical than usual (this is assuming the understanding that it is by virtue of it’s existence nonsensical and practically useless) because, since it only exists as symbolic constructions applied to random non-constructed events, why would your particularly assigned meanings ever matter to me

spirituality and it’s private mysticisms are only practical as personal vehicles for understanding and accepting the nature of being (that there is no nature of being) and need to be personally crafted to be used effectually or at all

#thoughts #writing #this needed to be verbalized but I'll settle for writing it out


The downside of coming off junk was I knew I would need to mix with my friends again in a state of full consciousness. It was awful. They reminded me so much of myself, I could hardly bear to look at them”

Trainspotting (1996)
Danny Boyle


when u think u got over ur crush but he gives you like 0.2 attention and it starts all over again