niggaclouds:

pbh3:

The planets, aligned.

the sickest thing ive ever seen

(Source: jonyorkblog)

contramonte said: describe the colour blue to someone who can't see?

letters-to-nobody:

smell of saltwater. mazzy star. someone touching you gently in the dark. evening sunlight, leaving. distance—fluctuating. winter mornings on a train platform, cold skin and the texture of denim. a slow, steady voice. an ice-cube on the tongue.

menjizen:

Visual Communication first project: combining two contrasting objects together. I made a mini series based on the theme ‘Adulthood vs Childhood’. or maybe I should call it “clash of different intoxicating things ” I love this multi-themed creation.

menjizen:

Visual Communication first project: combining two contrasting objects together. I made a mini series based on the theme ‘Adulthood vs Childhood’. or maybe I should call it “clash of different intoxicating things ” I love this multi-themed creation.

“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”
Azar Nafisi (via fragilegifts)

(Source: seabois)

officialunitedstates:

"Look out at this sand.  If you shield your eyes from the horizon, your sense of perception is completely destroyed.  Is this sand ten feet away or miles away?" she asked me, still staring out into the dunes.
"I don’t know… I can’t tell."
"That’s right.  For all you know, it could be infinite.  With each step you take, each passing second of travel, you have no way to knowing how far you have gone, or how far you have to go."
I looked over to her.  She was still staring at the sea of sand, mesmerized with the complexity of something so simple.  I suppose I was too.
"Date a girl who reads books," she said, briefly taking her eyes off the sand to glance at me. 
"What’s that?" I asked, not quite understanding her.
"Date a girl who reads books.  For her, the world of books is as infinite as this sand." 
She picked some up and let it sift through her fingers.  I watched as the grains slid quietly off of her hand and back into their pasture. 
"Hey, do we have any water left?" I motioned at the backpack, a bit parched from the summer heat.
"No we’re all out," she said calmly, "The sand is our water.  Let us drink from it together."
"What the hell," I said.

officialunitedstates:

"Look out at this sand.  If you shield your eyes from the horizon, your sense of perception is completely destroyed.  Is this sand ten feet away or miles away?" she asked me, still staring out into the dunes.

"I don’t know… I can’t tell."

"That’s right.  For all you know, it could be infinite.  With each step you take, each passing second of travel, you have no way to knowing how far you have gone, or how far you have to go."

I looked over to her.  She was still staring at the sea of sand, mesmerized with the complexity of something so simple.  I suppose I was too.

"Date a girl who reads books," she said, briefly taking her eyes off the sand to glance at me. 

"What’s that?" I asked, not quite understanding her.

"Date a girl who reads books.  For her, the world of books is as infinite as this sand." 

She picked some up and let it sift through her fingers.  I watched as the grains slid quietly off of her hand and back into their pasture. 

"Hey, do we have any water left?" I motioned at the backpack, a bit parched from the summer heat.

"No we’re all out," she said calmly, "The sand is our water.  Let us drink from it together."

"What the hell," I said.

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wizardofthewilds:

The Antlers- Two.

There’s two people living in one small room
From your two half-families tearing at you
Two ways to tell the story (no one worries) 
Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry 
Two people talking inside your brain 
Two people believing that I’m the one to blame
Two different voices coming out of your mouth 
While I’m too cold to care and too sick to shout

I’m in love with this song

“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.”
Anaïs Nin (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: blazeberg)

faeryhearts:

Your head is a living forest full of songbirds. — E. E. Cummings.Photography: Sunshine On My Mind, by Amamak Photography.

faeryhearts:

Your head is a living forest full of songbirds. 
— E. E. Cummings.

Photography: Sunshine On My Mind, by Amamak Photography.

Anonymous said: In your opinion, who is the physically the strongest Disney prince - just curious.

frostytower:

rapnzel-s:

Without a doubt Eugene.

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no seriously watch him jumping around the castle roof, he fricken runs around the edges of the roof like good god I would’ve fallen off and he jumps really big distance on the roof too
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how the fack does he do that

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and he tackles down Maximus - who is a HUGE horse like have you seen the neck on Maximus Jebus it’s the size of Eugene

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and he got beat up by said horse

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and here he is hanging on for dear life if that was me I would’ve fallen and died

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and then he plummeted to his death and somehow survived?!

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(god Eugene’s scream in that^ bit makes me laugh so much) and then he climbed a tower straight afterwards like okay then

and my personal favourite; with his last strength he saved Rapunzel

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and with even less strength than that he tugged on Rapunzel’s head to get her attention

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not to mention he was whacked by a freaking frying pan heaps

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oh and when he fell flat on his face in the chair

he flipped himself onto his side using just his fingers

dang

This post is still getting notes.
This is it.
This is my legacy.
Put this on my gravestone when I’m dead.
This is how I’ll be remembered.

nateswinehart:

Being good to each other is so important, guys.

theheatofthesouth:

Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good

sixpenceee:

Pictures of Sunsets through Shattered Mirrors by Bing Wright 

etheral-merkabah:

blazepress:

Love at first sight is dangerous.

This is so cool.