Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an English teacher who spent her life inspiring generations of children with imaginative stories and plays. Following Maureen’s death from a brain tumour in 2008, Kirsty channelled her grief into her passion for photography.
She retreated behind the lens of her camera and created Wonderland, an ethereal fantasy world. The photographic series began as a small summer project but grew into an inspirational creative journey.
‘Real life became a difficult place to deal with, and I found myself retreating further into an alternative existence through the portal of my camera,’ said the artist. (read the rest here).
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Leticia is made of tree bark, acid, and starlight. With a dash of AMERICA.
Becca is made of books, lemon, and rainbows. With a dash of karaoke.
THIS IS ME, OMG.Belinda is made of Rock, Instrumental, and kindness. With a dash of GAME OVER
jez is made of tacos, bears, and earthquakes. With a dash of the North.
Shells is made of pepper, lazy, and clouds. With a dash of Godzilla.
haeresitic is made of papers, Pop, and leftovers. With a dash of the South.
Mallory is made of erasers, movies, and automobiles. With a dash of the West.
oh it’s too good to pass up…
kami is made of enemies, papers, and honesty. With a dash of Godzilla.
april-likes-things is made of intelligence, yarn, and starlight. With a dash of Chemical X.
(FUCK YES)
roane is made of Opera, Comedy, and awkwardness. With a dash of the North.
(Pretty much.)
Jennifer is made of Jazz, cherries, and Order. With a dash of fanfiction.
Corinna is made of unicorns, hard work, and servitude. With a dash of foreveralone.
Diane is made of foxes, energy, and determination. With a dash of TV Tropes. :)
Hippie is made of waffles, wishes, and clouds. With a dash of radiation.
Theresasnakeinmyboot is made of smiles, Horror, and volcanoes. With a dash of Pokemon
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I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.
that was actually such a pleasant plot twist *-*
some metal heads are the most down to earth people you will ever meet to be honest
its like a known rule by most people that go to metal concerts (mainly guys) that if theres a girl who could potentially get hurt they get them out of the way
this one time i got caught up in a mosh pit and i get hit in the face, and one of the guys in the mosh pit ran over, bear hugged me, picked me up, and brought me out of the pit. he asked me if i was ok and i said i would be fine so he patted me on the head and told me to be more careful
The purest of metals are always covered by a healthy coating of earth.
I’ve been in a lot of pits and EVERY time I’ve fallen/ben knocked down, instead of getting trampled, four or five people immediately rushed to help pick me up and make sure I was okay. Metal heads are the best
Are we going to ignore the “coating of earth” joke? ‘Cause I don’t think we should.
i love everything about this post.
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This was the end result:
America
U.K
France
Canada
Japan
Russia
Brazil
Mexico
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Dad: Damn you woman!
Mom: It’s not woman, its wench
There relationship is a special one XD
It’s part of an experiment to analyze how motor control changes with age. It guessed my age within a year (told me I had the clicking skills of a 31-year-old!).
What about you?
So it guessed I was 26 (I’m 28) and now I’m genuinely impressed
8 years off… I’m 22 and it guessed 30.
23, guessed 28.
… nope :P
“Our best guess is that you are 30. Is it close?”
Nope. 10 years off.
apparently i have the clicking skills of a 41 year old >_>
“Chronic illness takes its toll on friendship for several reasons. We become undependable as companions, often having to cancel plans at the last minute if it turns out we can’t get out of bed on the day of a scheduled commitment. And, living in the world of the sick, we gradually have less and less in common with those with whom we worked and played.”
“Knowing these reasons doesn’t make the isolation any less painful an adjustment as we watch people disappear from our lives one by one, some after dozens of years of friendship. On top of this painful personal experience, we also encounter all the ‘healthy living’ advice that tells us that maintaining an active social life enhances both mental and physical health. And so worry is added to isolation.”
——Toni Bernhard——
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Makes sense.
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