Still Limbo

I also keep a blog where I sometimes write about things that happen. www.adventuresinlimbo.wordpress.com
kizunstudio:

“Renacer” Pintura, dibujo, composición digital foto sin filtrosSi te gusta nuestro trabajo, por favor compartilo o dejamos tu comentario, gracias por el apoyo  ………..Nati no sólo quiere retratar este momento tan importante que está atravesando sino que también aprovechó para tapar un tattoo que ella quería mucho, pero ya estaba viejito.Extractos del primer contacto con NatI :Este año comenzó como un año de libertad para mi. Renuncié a mi trabajo de “cubículo” de 5 años y me largue con mi emprendimiento que vengo planeando hace muchos años. Y todo eso generó en mi muchos cambios internos, una sensación de independencia, libertad y aprendizaje constante, y es lo que quiero reflejar en mi nuevo tatuaje. Quiero marcar este momento .Pensé que podría ser algo relacionado a la naturaleza, a las flores, animales y creo que unos pájaros representan lo que siento. La sensación de libertad y poder ir a donde quiero.Esta es mi idea pero estoy totalmente abierta a nuevas ideas.Creo que las plantas y las flores son el mejor arte que podemos detenernos a mirar. Me fascinan. A veces encuentro algunas que no puedo creer el flash que son! No tengo una favorita pero si tengo que elegir una que es increíble es la passiflora caerulea.Los colores y las formas raras que tienen me encantan. Creo que también por eso me gustan mucho los mandalas. Mas allá del significado y las funciones que tiene un mandala, me encanta como se mezcla con miles de formas geométricas, puntos, rayas, círculos, triángulos, todo.Gracias NatI por la confianza,la buena onda, el amor y el HELADO !!!!

kizunstudio:

“Renacer” 

Pintura, dibujo, composición digital 

foto sin filtros

Si te gusta nuestro trabajo, por favor compartilo o dejamos tu comentario, gracias por el apoyo  

………..

Nati no sólo quiere retratar este momento tan importante que está atravesando sino que también aprovechó para tapar un tattoo que ella quería mucho, pero ya estaba viejito.

Extractos del primer contacto con NatI :

Este año comenzó como un año de libertad para mi. Renuncié a mi trabajo de “cubículo” de 5 años y me largue con mi emprendimiento que vengo planeando hace muchos años. Y todo eso generó en mi muchos cambios internos, una sensación de independencia, libertad y aprendizaje constante, y es lo que quiero reflejar en mi nuevo tatuaje. Quiero marcar este momento .
Pensé que podría ser algo relacionado a la naturaleza, a las flores, animales y creo que unos pájaros representan lo que siento. La sensación de libertad y poder ir a donde quiero.
Esta es mi idea pero estoy totalmente abierta a nuevas ideas.
Creo que las plantas y las flores son el mejor arte que podemos detenernos a mirar. Me fascinan. A veces encuentro algunas que no puedo creer el flash que son! No tengo una favorita pero si tengo que elegir una que es increíble es la passiflora caerulea.
Los colores y las formas raras que tienen me encantan. Creo que también por eso me gustan mucho los mandalas. Mas allá del significado y las funciones que tiene un mandala, me encanta como se mezcla con miles de formas geométricas, puntos, rayas, círculos, triángulos, todo.
Gracias NatI por la confianza,la buena onda, el amor y el HELADO !!!!

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obiwankabrodie:

shotshotshotshotshotshots:

thewellofmyself:

if your mental health is ruining your education and you know it clap your hands

*CLAP CLAP*

if your education is ruining your mental health and you know it clap your hands

*CLAP CLAP*

If your education’s sketchy, and your life is kind of shitty
If the current state of things is a little fucked up, clap your hands.

*clap clap*

(via snipsandsnailsandpuppydogtails)

neil-gaiman:

brennanbookblog:

The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman 
I saw Neil Gaiman a couple months ago at Carnegie Hall. We weren’t hanging out or anything.  He was reading his new book in front of a scrolling powerpoint of macabre sketches, accompanied by a four-piece string quartet.

From Australia.

Obviously.

That’s where I got my autographed copy of The Ocean at the End of the Lane, which I promptly added to an already-teetering pile next to my bookshelf.

I’ve held off on including a Gaiman book here. I’m not sure why because I love Neverwhere and The Graveyard Book, and they equally deserve to be included, but until now I’m not sure I could justly describe the dark humanity that is endemic of Gaiman’s books.

Gaiman writes the stuff of nightmares, and I don’t mean the gruesome horror prevalent in every movie theatre within a five-mile radius. I mean, the real nightmares, the ones that are too sad, too frightening, and too harrowing to admit that we ourselves have -  because to do so would be to admit that we all only had one childhood, we all only have one life, and we are all going to die. The kind of nightmare that makes B movies look like distractions. 

“Harrowing” is a great term to start describing The Ocean at the End of the Lane. A man returns to his childhood home for a funeral, and finds himself reflecting on events of his youth as he sits by a pond behind the farm of his childhood friend. When my friend told me this synopsis, I quickly threw the book in a pile of those-yet-to-be-read and forgot about it. Because reading about a guy going to a funeral isn’t high on my list of interesting plotlines. Is the book about that? No, not at all. And in a way, it’s completely about that.

The book is scary, sure. But what makes it scary is not the dark. What makes it scary is the light. Gaiman, as an adult, writes with the preserved-innocence of a child. If we have forgotten the wonder, the imagination, and the helplessness of our youth, Gaiman has been remembering it for all of us. And it is this that he includes in his books. The Ocean at the End of the Lane is the story between childhood and adulthood. It’s a story that is too scary to remember but too important to forget.

It includes countless gems of childhood wisdom, of worry, of wonder like, “Adults take paths. Children explore.”

And at the end of the book, I’m not sure what just happened. Was it all true? Was it just the fantastical interpretation of a child? But in the end, it doesn’t matter, because Gaiman is still speaking to my very core when he writes: “You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.”

And that, my friend, is my biggest nightmare of all.




The kind of reviews that make it worth writing.

neil-gaiman:

brennanbookblog:

The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman 

I saw Neil Gaiman a couple months ago at Carnegie Hall. We weren’t hanging out or anything.  He was reading his new book in front of a scrolling powerpoint of macabre sketches, accompanied by a four-piece string quartet.
From Australia.
Obviously.
That’s where I got my autographed copy of The Ocean at the End of the Lane, which I promptly added to an already-teetering pile next to my bookshelf.
I’ve held off on including a Gaiman book here. I’m not sure why because I love Neverwhere and The Graveyard Book, and they equally deserve to be included, but until now I’m not sure I could justly describe the dark humanity that is endemic of Gaiman’s books.
Gaiman writes the stuff of nightmares, and I don’t mean the gruesome horror prevalent in every movie theatre within a five-mile radius. I mean, the real nightmares, the ones that are too sad, too frightening, and too harrowing to admit that we ourselves have -  because to do so would be to admit that we all only had one childhood, we all only have one life, and we are all going to die. The kind of nightmare that makes B movies look like distractions. 
“Harrowing” is a great term to start describing The Ocean at the End of the Lane. A man returns to his childhood home for a funeral, and finds himself reflecting on events of his youth as he sits by a pond behind the farm of his childhood friend. When my friend told me this synopsis, I quickly threw the book in a pile of those-yet-to-be-read and forgot about it. Because reading about a guy going to a funeral isn’t high on my list of interesting plotlines. Is the book about that? No, not at all. And in a way, it’s completely about that.
The book is scary, sure. But what makes it scary is not the dark. What makes it scary is the light. Gaiman, as an adult, writes with the preserved-innocence of a child. If we have forgotten the wonder, the imagination, and the helplessness of our youth, Gaiman has been remembering it for all of us. And it is this that he includes in his books. The Ocean at the End of the Lane is the story between childhood and adulthood. It’s a story that is too scary to remember but too important to forget.
It includes countless gems of childhood wisdom, of worry, of wonder like, “Adults take paths. Children explore.”
And at the end of the book, I’m not sure what just happened. Was it all true? Was it just the fantastical interpretation of a child? But in the end, it doesn’t matter, because Gaiman is still speaking to my very core when he writes: “You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.”
And that, my friend, is my biggest nightmare of all.

The kind of reviews that make it worth writing.

theamazingindi:

diacrit:

"If you buy your girlfriend flowers, they will wilt. If you but your girlfriend a phone, it will break. Buy your girlfriend a wrench. Nothing will happen to a wrench."

this is painfully russian

theamazingindi:

diacrit:

"If you buy your girlfriend flowers, they will wilt. If you but your girlfriend a phone, it will break. Buy your girlfriend a wrench. Nothing will happen to a wrench."

this is painfully russian

(via snipsandsnailsandpuppydogtails)

genderpunkrock:

i wont title this or put album art

but because you are emo trash you will recognize it

(via liamdryden)

gossipseer:

witchlingfumbles:

soufflenatural:

ukulelerave:

such a needed campaign. i wish they’d have included native americans as well, though, as cultural appropriation of them in costumes is just as awfully common.

It’s that time of year again when these go around. And I will keep reblogging them. And if I see the joke ones I am likely to rip them apart with prejudice.

I will reblog this every year and unfollow anyone who posts joke fandom spinoffs of this very serious and important commentary.

(via hetshipsareboring)

thechainsofbirds:

People should respect an artist’s decision to play or not to play whatever they want to play cause, yes, you’re expecting to see something very specific when you go to a gig, but if you don’t let artist take their own rhythm and adapt themselves to their music, you’re choking music. If you want to keep listening to the same songs over and over again, buy a live album, watch a youtube performance. If you want live music, let it live.

(via dailybenhowardblog)