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Elliott Burford “Elliott Burford is Spam” Illustrations reinterpret and visualise the titles of emails found in your spam/junk box.
Elliott Burford
“Elliott Burford is Spam”
Illustrations reinterpret and visualise the titles of emails found in your spam/junk box.
Cross out the things you’re afraid of and put you’re score at the top.
the darkstaying single forever- being a parent
- giving birth
- being myself in front of others
- open spaces
- closed spaces
heights- dogs
birds- fish
spiders- flowers or other plants
- being touched
- fire
- deep water
snakes- silk
- the ocean
- failure
- success
thunder/lightning- frogs/toads
- my boyfriends/girlfriends dad
- boyfriends/girlfriends mom
ratsjumping from high places- snow
- rain
- wind
- crossing hanging bridges
death- heaven
- being robbed
- falling
- clowns
- dolls
- large crowds of people
- men
- women
- having great responsibilities
doctors, including dentists- tornados
- hurricanes
incurable diseasessharks- friday the 13th
- ghosts
- poverty
- halloween
- school
trains- odd numbers
- even numbers
- being alone
- becoming blind
- becoming deaf
- growing up
creepy noises in the night- bee stings
not accomplishing my dreams/goals- needles
- blood
- dinosaurs
- the welcome mat
- high speed
- throwing up
- falling in love
- super secrets
If you repost this, it’s been requested that you title it “I’m afraid of _ out of 69 common fears”
If you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling.
If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.
If you get 10-20, you are normal.
If you get 10 or less, you’re fearless.
People who don’t have any are liar
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Rape Analogy: The “Walking in a Bad Neighborhood” Theory
Amanda Hess, the Sexist
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It wasn’t that he didn’t have the room for a proper table; his apartment was nearly 2,000 square feet. No, he just needed something in his life that fit perfectly together.
(Photo: Raimond Koch; Dwell)
Sunrise, and still no flame. He didn’t even have to look; he knew his guests had gone home.
(Photo: Darcy Hemley; Dwell, September 2004)