appetite for apathy

ask me anything...can't promise i'll answer though ;)    just a collection of things i like. i am a humble curator and claim no ownership of any of the images you see on this site.

chi-town :)


The warning at the beginning of Fight Club (1999) 


    The warning at the beginning of Fight Club (1999) 

    (Source: nozhs)

    — 7 hours ago with 14025 notes


why have i never seen this picture, she looks so happy.

Happy birthday babe 💓



    why have i never seen this picture, she looks so happy.

    Happy birthday babe 💓

    (via femmeniche)

    — 8 hours ago with 370 notes



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    — 10 hours ago with 9838 notes

    Welp..there goes my iphone case

    — 1 day ago
    #at least I got my phone back →


    I was tagged by arwyninamaranthine to do that that Meyers-Briggs personality test with characters thing. I’m not gonna tag anyone but you can do it if you like ♥

    INTJ (mastermind)

    [linked is a better descriptor for INTJ, the one on TVtropes was garbage]

    — 3 days ago with 6 notes


    "nice blog"

    thank you im really good at clicking reblog

    (Source: nasturbate, via knives-out)

    — 3 days ago with 599837 notes



    haha if u ever think ur a screw up remember that sometimes sloths grab their own limbs thinking theyre branches and fall out of trees

    Awwww nooooo


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    — 4 days ago with 16406 notes


    Ibeyi - River

    Ibeyi is made up of twin sisters Lisa-Kaindé and Naomi Diaz. Cuban-born but raised in Paris, they sing in English, Spanish, French and Yoruba. Ibeyi means “twins” in Yoruba and in West Africa, where their father was from, it is four times more likely for twins to be born.

    River is steeped in Yoruba tradition, from the use of a Batá drum, to the lore woven into the lyrics. But the song isn’t merely a celebration of heritage, the bass line plucks with electronica and their voices are tinged with static. It is a kind of representation of these unreal women.

    Their expansive hair, bare faces and wide open eyes are entrancing. It’s hard not to stare directly at their paled lips as they sing, raspy sweet harmonies. But it’s misdirection—you almost miss the hands of the men, one clutching the t-shirt, the other behind their heads. You begin to notice that every time one of the Diaz twins sings it is the hand that pushes and pulls her out of water. Are they being cleansed—baptized? Or drowned?

    If you want more background into the twins, their influences and their heritage, I highly recommend you check out the post written by okayafrica about them.

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    — 4 days ago with 383 notes