Kelly Mittendorf by Dima Honcharov for Vogue Ukraine May 2013
I love her face.
The Adventures of Guille and Belinda and the Enigmatic Meaning of their Dreams by Alessandra Sanguinetti
this is the best version i’ve seen of this set by far
Ruins of Madame Sherri’s Castle in Chesterfield / New Hampshire (by Usonian).
[on diversity in media] I think its social responsibility. I think it’s our responsibility to stand up and say what we want. It think if you look at television in the past two years, it’s becoming the decade of the female. Like, all these new shows with female leads. Even if you look at television, as well as cable, as well as films, there’s been a resurgence, as far as the leading woman in Hollywood, which is great. And I think we’re also at the point now…you know, it’s interesting…x
Guys, I came up with a gender neutral way of saying you’re like family with a close friend:
"We’re sibs from different cribs."
every woman on tumblr should have this on their dash
Today’s Gender of the Day is: Mulder defiantly placing a pink flamingo lawn ornament
Something went terribly wrong the other night
I was trying to find a way out of the subway station and I followed the exit signs to some doors and when I went through them I was in this enormous echoing hallway made of grimy cement. the bottom, where I was standing, was a metal grid over a pit with no visible bottom, and the approximate three hundred stairs were wet from unknown liquid and salted liberally with broken glass and the whole place smelled like a cave and was lit by one string of flickering lights
and there was no one. that was really weird because this was the university stop on Friday night, there should have been other people trying to leave, but I couldn’t even hear the trains. at the top there were no turnstiles to leave, or exit signs, or shops, or anything besides a small door in a concrete wall, which I almost didn’t see at first
it went outside and when I turned around I was standing in a cracked and mossy parking lot lit by a far-off streetlamp outside what looked like a warehouse: just a wall of cement. no metro sign, or any sign at all, just two small doors that couldn’t be opened from outside.
I still have no idea where I ended up and the more I think about it the more surreal it seems, like I somehow narrowly avoided walking through the doors during a time period when they were a portal to a shadow realm or something.
reblogging for all of you because this was a terrifying experience and the fear must be spread
also! i went back the next week and i swear to god I couldn’t find this staircase anywhere, and no one knew what i was talking about. this is still the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me