1st September 2014

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waneella

waneella

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30th August 2014

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toddhido:

#1731




is this daly city
It looks so much like daly city i cant handle it

toddhido:

#1731

is this daly city It looks so much like daly city i cant handle it

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23rd August 2014

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i feel

like a wrecked animal

Tagged: Sleep deprivation

22nd August 2014

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ledacreates: starry pattern I did a while back. :o)

ledacreatesstarry pattern I did a while back. :o)

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22nd August 2014

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conflictingheart:

Photography By Masashi Wakui

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22nd August 2014

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dullist:

lions gate in fog by Juan Rostworowski on Flickr.

dullist:

lions gate in fog by Juan Rostworowski on Flickr.

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22nd August 2014

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the-seoul-rolls:

One advantage of working late: watching the sun set from the office rooftop.

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22nd August 2014

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untrustyou:

Sergey Neamoscou

untrustyou:

Sergey Neamoscou

22nd August 2014

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mystery-bazaar:

Scotland

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22nd August 2014

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helenofdestroy:

Grüner See (Green Lake) is a lake in Styria, AustriaIn the winter you’ll find crisp, tranquil grasslands and lake that is only about 3 to 6 feet deep.  However, during the spring, when the temperature rises and the snow melts, the basin of land below the mountains fills with water. The lake reaches its maximum depth of around 40 feet from mid-May to June and is claimed to look the most beautiful at this time.

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22nd August 2014

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faitheikos:

A Brooklyn Baby wandering the streets of Chicago evanbrownphotography

It’s kind of weird that I recognized Chicago immediately from playing a game and never being there

faitheikos:

A Brooklyn Baby wandering the streets of Chicago evanbrownphotography

It’s kind of weird that I recognized Chicago immediately from playing a game and never being there

Tagged: Watch Dogs

22nd August 2014

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I played The Last of Us earlier this year. March, I think. It was a time of new things. I thought my new existence would be survivable. And I believed in the strength of my social relationships. And a lot has changed since then, I’ve become employed which was always really scary and difficult for me because I was taught that I could be everything I wanted to be but my reality was much different because I was isolated from other children and held back. And that has haunted me for so long and I don’t know if I will ever recover from that. I don’t know if I will ever realize the potential I was told I have because I don’t know if I can believe in myself long enough to follow through with it. 

So working with the public has shown me sides of humanity I never wanted to see. A side that is selfish and ugly and thoughtless yet arrogant. I have never despised anyone for ignorance because ignorance is inherent in being human, but ignorance merged with arrogance or presumptuousness sickens me. And I have encountered much of that. 
I am a judgmental person, and I struggle not to judge people whose existences I may find offputting, and I suppose I expect the rest of the world to do the same, like we’re in this together, we’re in this to ultimately relate and connect to each other and return to the earth in a way that makes sense with our lives, coming from the universe, connecting, and reclining in a way that makes sense, that merges us with the earth we ultimately belong with. 
I am preoccupied with status and power. I also try to destroy this preoccupation. But feeling powerless makes that difficult.
And dealing with people who don’t seem interested in reaching some sort of peace, who seem interested and caught up in proving themselves in ways that don’t matter, who are vindictive, who take the walls of civilzation for granted… it has dimmed my flame, diminished my spirit, made me feel less than I was before. Not being paid well, having my rent raised, both have contributed to a sense of malaise and anxiety that pores through every aspect of my existence. Going out seems pointless because I will return, soon, to a place to make money for people who are millions of miles away from the pit of burning nausea that lurks beneath my heart. Because I never believed in myself enough to really try much else. 
But there was this bright time, before the end of my world, when I played The Last of Us. Playing it again is such a profoundly affecting experience. Maybe the weather’s similar to the way it was when I played it, maybe recovering from a cold has affected me a little, but I can feel the experience all over my body. There’s a sea of clouds rolling over my skin, and a smell that didn’t seem to exist when I wasn’t playing it, and a taste I can’t pinpoint but somewhere in my mind I associate it with strawberries. Intense red and dotted with tiny seeds.
I don’t know why all these things happen. I think it might be that it’s such a slow-moving game that focuses less on gameplay mechanics and more on relationships between characters so that much of the player’s time is spent within his or her own head, with their own thoughts. So maybe those come back to me now. I wish I could share them. I wish talking about games didn’t always sound like someone who can’t appreciate other forms of art aggrandizing what is often discussed as “boys playing games” “boys shooting guns” “boys killing”. Games are essentially about conquering and I don’t think there is much reason to try to do anything beyond that without a compelling reason. They don’t need to be a higher form of art. They get us high in another way. They’re adequate as power fantasies. boys shooting guns boys killing. 
But it would be nice to share what I feel. I wish I could share nostalgia with people. That is a painful part of getting older, is having experiences that other people can never know. Maybe that is part of what makes them valuable. But growing up is also acknowledging that people have other experiences, profoundly affecting ones, that affect them like yours did; they just come from another place.
Connect with each other, connect with ourselves,
The Last of Us represents a new American dream. I came into it from a wasteland of chaos and hunger and I am now in a wasteland of order and desperation. The new American dream is a destruction of the old one, a starting over, helping someone move a ladder to get to higher ground, not being important because you have more things than the next person, but being important because you matter to one person.

Tagged: The Last of UsGamingPS4PS3Apocalypselong postimprivis

13th August 2014

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adamferriss: foil

adamferrissfoil

13th August 2014

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4th August 2014

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DEPRESSION

Tagged: Fat Guy ComixTerry M. BakerFatDepressionMental IllnessComicsOrcs Must Die!GamingSteamArtIllustrationSuicide