Daria Nifontova

shoes: Dr. Martens (similar here)
socks: Asos


Breaking into new docs can hurt like hell. The leather is so stiff that I can still wear them without laces.
Though I also love how they look with a bare ankle, it's a lot less painful with a thin sock.


Can't let this go unmentioned; Happy liberation day! Exactly 68 years ago The Netherlands was liberated from Nazi Germany.
Enjoy the peace, if you're lucky enough to have it guys!

Писать пока не созрела. Только фото. Для тех, кто не верит, что я была толстой. 55 кг-53 кг - 49 кг-48 кг , с первой до последней - разница чуть больше года.

nevver:

Covered

fashionfever:

Elie Saab spring 2012 couture details

Carrie Mae Weems, self-portrait, Kitchen Table Series, 1990


Käthe Kollwitz, Self Portrait Drawing, 1933


Judy Baca, self portrait, 2009


Frida Kahlo, Self Portrait with Monkeys, 1943

gorgonetta:

[Self-portraits by Carrie Mae Weems, Käthe Kollwitz, Judy Baca, and Frida Kahlo, text “Never apologize for selfies”]

Wanted to get modern women artists and some WOC up in this one.  If you reblog it would be cool if you kept the part in the brackets so these artists, two of whom are still working, will get credit—this conversational part below is nbd.

matsvri:

✕ flowing lava

pitchfork:

It looks like Beck will release a new acoustic album this year, his first proper LP in five years.

Sometimes the best way to do something is to know exactly how not to do it. Here’s how to blow things out of proportion, or as I call it, Faye Dunaway the shit out of everything.

Ignore your instincts.

You know that classic gut feeling you get, where you have a fleeting, clear idea of what to do or what not to do? Yeah, ignore the shit out of that. Instead, ask your friends what you should do. Ask all of your friends for their opinions on your situation, and do (or don’t) whatever they tell you to. You will let other people decide your future. You will let them play The Sims with your life. You will get in the pool and you will watch them remove the pool ladders.

Tell logic to go fuck itself.

It makes absolute sense that he didn’t text you because he’s busy or that he’s waiting for you to text him but fuck that shit. He’s not texting you because he doesn’t want to, because you are awful, and nothing good will ever happen to you. Your friends will confirm this. “Never speak to him again,” they’ll say. You will listen to them.

Punch Occam’s Razor in the dick.

You know this theory; it’s the idea that among all hypotheses, the simplest one is the likeliest. Or whatever, that’s a close enough definition. But screw that. You can’t overreact over something if there’s a simple explanation. That’s not effective. You need to come up with the most convoluted reasoning possible. Pretend that you’re House on House. Find a Cameron, and yell at him. Tell him he knows nothing. Write words on a white board and yell at people for not suggesting better words. Instead of going from Point A to Point B, go from Point A to The Letter F to the Number 6 to an Exclamation Point.

Obsess.

Obsess over it until it is your entire world. Until it is all you can think about. This is a good time to text, call, or GChat attack all of your friends. Run through the scenario with them over and over, and when they tell you what you don’t want to hear, try varying your story until they tell you the version that makes you the most miserable and confirms your entire world is ending. Keep them updated even when you have no updates. Stress certain parts of the story with italics and capital letters. If you’re talking to them in person, run your hand through your hair as many times as you can; which should be many. Wave your hands in frustrated circles as you clench your jaw and make a, “Argh what am I going to do?” face and watch your friend lose all willpower to live if it means they have to have this conversation again.

Imagine the worst.

Take the worst possible outcome and imagine it until it feels inevitable. Make that your reality. Make your worst outcome like an episode from the later seasons of Lost, where one unfathomable thing happens and then another, and then something comes out of absolutely fucking nowhere and then someone does something that makes absolutely no sense at all and then Charlie drowns. This is your new reality. This is what you’ve done.

Enjoy the monster you created.

You should like Thought Catalog on Facebook here.

image – estelle f

“She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn’t mean anything but that I didn’t think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.”

- Albert Camus, The Stranger 

Infographics portraying personal habits can too often slide into self indulgent and/or yawn inducing territory.

However this mini book by design student Ryan Bugden details his musical taste in a fresh and compelling way. Entries even come complete with a QR code that directs readers to the corresponding track. Check out the full project here.

 

aloneisnotthesameaslonely:

sandandglass:

Obama’s one-liners during his speech at the White House Correspondents Dinner. 

“It’s like we’re trapped in a Taylor Swift album.”

peircelouise:

amylouiseodonnell:

kellymcewen:

this is so beautiful.

I like flicking through the images and watching their feet. Its all brilliant.

Perfect

fagsindubai:

kris jenner and i are kindred spirits

Because driving all day wasn’t bad enough

John Yong, writing for Design Taxi:

To help people gain ‘easier access’ to their fries while driving, McDonald’s Japan will be introducing a new ‘potato holder’.

Sounds great. The next big thing will be adding a defibrillator to the console, to help you out with your next heart attack.

Via Coudal.

GPOY in 40 years.