britticisms:

"I Can’t Keep Up" by Tourist (featuring Will Heard)

Observing the trajectory of Tourist’s career has been nothing short of a thrill. With each new song, he’s become more comfortable with the use of vocals and we are blessed because of it. I didn’t think I could love anything more "Together," but then he released this great track which has a fantastic build that blossoms into the most satisfying series of dance breaks. This is bound to be the track that pushes him over into the greater consciousness and I’m so excited to see where that leads. 

(Cloud I FB)

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BLACK has become a beautiful color - not because it is loved, but because it is feared.
— James Baldwin (via everythingsbetterwithabagofweed)
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the-pineal-gland:

Wearing Colors By Nelly Briet

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zodiac killa

zodiac killa

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If you are not a flower, don’t be a thorn
— Eger gul nît, dirrigîş mebe, Kurdish proverb (via chasing-rose)
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yagazieemezi:

Get To Know: Artist André Hora

André Hora is a Brazilian/British artist and freelance illustrator whom I met in a chilly New York last year. At that time, we found ourselves in the company of Artist Tim Okamura during a personal interview regarding his popular paintings. On the rooftop of Tim’s art studio, André and I looked over at the city of Manhattan splayed out in front of us and it was there I learnt about his art. We discussed his different influences within the art world and I was so fascinated by his work that I later had to contact him for an interview.

Y: Can you tell us a little bit about your art? Some of your pieces have a distinct African flare to them. With the several cultural and identity labels within Brazil, have any of them affected you as an artist and in what ways?

André: I would define my art as narrative, especially the late works, almost all of which are telling a story, a myth or describing a day-to-day situation. On my early works we see a lot of faces and skulls – I was obsessed by the human head!  I didn’t attend a formal art school, although I learnt to draw at a very early age with my Dad (who is an architect), and since then I have attended several private lessons and workshops in Brazil, France and in the UK where I am based. I am drawn to Afro-Brazilian culture and particularly to Yoruba mythology as we find in Candomblé (a mixture of traditional Yoruba, Fon, Ewe and Bantu beliefs).  Not only because I come from Bahia, but because my great-great-grandmother was a slave. I was always fascinated by this ancestor of mine I knew so little about. So from my Portuguese, Native American and African origins, I find myself very influenced on my art by the latter – both aesthetically and philosophically.

(read more of the interview)

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Dedicated to the Cultural Preservation of the African Aesthetic

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bookofsol:

entelijan:

The amount of times I hit play is ridiculous

I cannot breatheee. Yasssssss.

bitch i can speak cat

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skyetownsend:

hip-hop-zombie:

me when I get rich

I’m screaming.

my man he knows how to do it well

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hnknta:

real life

love her

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iamwhoiwannabe:

taktophoto:

red hong yi renders chinese scenes from makeup

AMAZINGGGGGGG

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Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.
— Andrew Boyd (via purplebuddhaproject)

boo problem

what am i to you? what am i to us? what are we to each other? somedays i wonder. i tell you a little about my day. i tell you a little about me. somedays i get a response . most times i get a breeze of you passing by. who am i to you? how do i like my tea? do i prefer tea or coffee? do you even know? do you even remember? what am i to us? what am i to believe i need you in this? how do i process this? how? pain. hurt. sad. whatever. call it quits. shall i feel bad? i just want some attention. some love. some acknowledgement that you want me..completely.. just cant quite comprehend that you do.. that u want to know me.. that u want to accept me… i hate how i may believe your opinions are right about me. i hate how u impose so much on me. though i believe your intentions are good.. the overall outcome sways me wrong.. it sways me off my roots. shouldnt u uplift me? shouldnt we uplift each other? shouldnt u appreciate me in all my flaws? i accept you. i do. but i want you to be open about me.. i feel it already.. this slow tide of being put aside again…

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