Angel Winged Wolf Child
Alec1116 goes by nickname Roxi, goes by Eve and is genderqueer. A graduate of The Art Institute of Charleston with a Culinary Degree. Easy-going, has a dream of traveling the world and learning different languages. Favorite animals are wolves, Columbian Black Wolves to be exact, and tigers of all kinds. All are welcome to read, if they wish.
Save Me Not Second Base
As Breast Cancer Awareness Month draws to a close I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and a lot of waffling over whether I should get involved with a debatable issue. But one of the things you learn in the School of Humanities is that rhetoric is open for critique.
Go on. Save the boobies. Save the tatas. Save second base. Raise money. Sell wristbands. Base entire campaigns around a secondary, sexualized sex characteristic used pars pro toto for womanhood. You’ll get away with it.
But first save the people they’re attached to.
An this is the truth speaking out. Why aren’t we saving the ones they belong to?
(Source: nihilnovisubsole, via broooster)
Robert Hendrickson was born and raised in Los Angeles, California. At a young age he showed an interest in the arts that eventually lead him to the Art Center College of Design. Since launching his career as a freelance illustrator, Robert has created artwork for the entertainment, advertising, book and magazine industries.
“Well hey things happen. Somethings just can’t be changed…and there are many things we’d all like to change. I know I have a few… But all you can do now is look forward & make everyday worth it. Cause regretting the past and wanting to change it won’t do anything. What counts is here & now.”
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Pris Banda
“He’s meant to be that classic Homer, Ulysses, Hercules - a character who goes out or has some gift of some kind. He goes on a journey of discovery and part of that is falling into darkness - the temptations of life.”
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Robert Redford
(Source: brainyquote.com)
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
My earliest memory is when I’m three and I’m playing with a light-bright on Christmas.
Falling into Darkness
Is that all there is?
Is all that there was?
To lose yourself to something that is no more, for someone that is not there.
It hurts to see you like this.
I become emotionless hearing your voice the way it is now.
Where is the you I knew?
Where is the you I grew attached to, that was once my friend?
Why are you letting this take over you?
Why can’t you just let it go.
Make a new path as we have.
One not laced with our pasts, one free from what they make you believe.
Don’t let this consume you.
Falling down that deep is sure to kill you.
I was there too, but I was able to catch myself before that darkness consumed me.
But to watch you now and not being able to help with the darkness now surrounding you, will end up killing me too.
I don’t want to lose you.
I’ve know you for too long.
I ask for you to catch yourself too, before you are far to gone.
An if you ask, I’ll help to catch you.
I will become that angel of darkness once again, just to set you free from the darkness now threatening to kill you.
I will fight…till the end…to see you free as you use to be.
I will be your angel of darkness.
