I wanted to organise a photo shoot with awesome people who don’t mind being my model and posing for me because really photography is so fun. But I’ve been so busy trying to study for my exams during the holidays and now I’m panicking because my exam is tomorrow. 

*hyperventilating* so I’m really stressed now and I kinda really need an edna to knock some sense into me 

because at the rate I’m going, I’m just going to give up and accept the fate of certain death.

 

Wow. 2014 is off to such a brilliant start.

Say What You Want | Stacy Clark

Now is the time to start believing in yourself.
(Don’t let anyone drag you down)

thelittleraindrop:

the words are in Kanji, so his name is Heion. (pronounced Hey-on)
Heion is a Dream of Doll, Homme Ducan mold
Photographer: Michelle Chia

thelittleraindrop:

the words are in Kanji, so his name is Heion. (pronounced Hey-on)

Heion is a Dream of Doll, Homme Ducan mold

Photographer: Michelle Chia

Le Pingouin | Carla Bruni

You will never be forgotten.

In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders fields
- John McCrae

I was in London for a school trip last month, saw this on a taxi and thought it was heartbreakingly beautiful.
It wasn’t very noticeable but it was there, like a little voice going “it might not be much, but know that we remember you and the sacrifice you’ve made. Thank you.”
To me, this stood out from the rows upon rows of wreaths because of its subtle sincerity.
Photo by: Michelle Chia

You will never be forgotten.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields

- John McCrae

I was in London for a school trip last month, saw this on a taxi and thought it was heartbreakingly beautiful.

It wasn’t very noticeable but it was there, like a little voice going “it might not be much, but know that we remember you and the sacrifice you’ve made. Thank you.”

To me, this stood out from the rows upon rows of wreaths because of its subtle sincerity.

Photo by: Michelle Chia

Mindy Gledhill | I Do Adore

Cosplay of Sena Kashiwazaki from Boku Wa Tomodachi Ga Sukunai.
Photo Edit: Michelle Chia
Cosplayer: MagisterAya (DeviantArt and Tumblr)

Cosplay of Sena Kashiwazaki from Boku Wa Tomodachi Ga Sukunai.

Photo Edit: Michelle Chia

Cosplayer: MagisterAya (DeviantArt and Tumblr)

Please don’t take away my light.

Please don’t take away my light.