travelingcolors:

Sunset in Chipiona | Spain (by Nacho Coca)
land-of-daniel:

Ask me what I want…

land-of-daniel:

Ask me what I want…

(Source: fluxinspiration-architecture, via my-s1n-my-s0ul)

I really hate my birthday because no one has actually ever really cared about my birthday. And this time of year makes me feel pretty insignificant. Oh well.

Here’s to my twenties, I spose.

kansas-princess-ke:

I can’t count the number of times I’ve seen my dad, uncles, & grandpa stand in those exact positions watching a storm roll in.

kansas-princess-ke:

I can’t count the number of times I’ve seen my dad, uncles, & grandpa stand in those exact positions watching a storm roll in.

(Source: foroats, via bootsonthefloor)

workoutworkitgirl:

oh I need this so badly

workoutworkitgirl:

oh I need this so badly

(Source: niftyncrafty, via fit-and-healthy-for-tomorrow)

sci-universe:

Beautiful view of a streaking meteor and the Orion constellation above Lake Bumbunga, AustraliaImage copyright: Silveryway on Flickr

sci-universe:

Beautiful view of a streaking meteor and the Orion constellation above Lake Bumbunga, Australia
Image copyright:
Silveryway on Flickr

(via ethonggg)

"I do not desire mediocre love. I want to drown in someone."

— (via virginwhoreofbabylon)

(via escapedefinition)

grungeteddybear:

Look at these lovely ladies. completelycontradictory loveandfolly

Damn it Beau

grungeteddybear:

Look at these lovely ladies.

completelycontradictory loveandfolly

Damn it Beau

j0ye:

thelilysparks:

It’s amazing that people will see a kid yelled at or manhandled by a parent and say “It’s not my business, you can’t tell someone how to raise their kid” but if someone lets their son wear a dress it’s a public discussion.

THIS IS VERY RELEVANT

(via mr-lyon)

"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."

— Sylvia Plath (via ohannibal)

(Source: featherandarrow, via flamingheartofcharmander)

death-and-allofhisfriends:

Green Eyes - Coldplay

I came here with a load.
And it feels so much lighter,
n
ow I met you.
And honey you should know,
that I could never go on without you, Green Eyes.

I am so in love and sometimes it’s really overwhelming.

(Source: seekelsey, via mr-lyon)

humansofnewyork:

"I was seven years old when it happened. It was about 9 pm at night. We heard the neighbors screaming so we knew that the rebels were in the village. There were many people visiting in my house at the time, so all the men gathered in the main room. We had no guns, only knives. Soon the dog started barking, then we heard footsteps, and then we heard a knock on the door. They started calling for my father to come out. We didn’t answer, so they started shooting into the house. Everyone pushed against the door to try to keep it closed, but they knocked it down. My father saw that he couldn’t run, so he gave himself up. They took him away. Then they gathered all the men and boys, and marched us out of the back of the house. My brother tried to jump and climb up on the roof, but they saw him and shot him. I knew I had to try something different, so I waited until we were rounding a corner, and I jumped into a bush, and I kept crawling until I reached the other side, then I got up and ran. I ran all the way to the neighbor’s house, but they turned me away and locked the door. So I hid all night in the graveyard. The next day I returned to my house. They’d taken everything. They dumped my sick mother onto the floor and took her mattress. I found my father’s body in the barn. They’d cut off his arms and his legs.”(Kampala, Uganda)

humansofnewyork:

"I was seven years old when it happened. It was about 9 pm at night. We heard the neighbors screaming so we knew that the rebels were in the village. There were many people visiting in my house at the time, so all the men gathered in the main room. We had no guns, only knives. Soon the dog started barking, then we heard footsteps, and then we heard a knock on the door. They started calling for my father to come out. We didn’t answer, so they started shooting into the house. Everyone pushed against the door to try to keep it closed, but they knocked it down. My father saw that he couldn’t run, so he gave himself up. They took him away. Then they gathered all the men and boys, and marched us out of the back of the house. My brother tried to jump and climb up on the roof, but they saw him and shot him. I knew I had to try something different, so I waited until we were rounding a corner, and I jumped into a bush, and I kept crawling until I reached the other side, then I got up and ran. I ran all the way to the neighbor’s house, but they turned me away and locked the door. So I hid all night in the graveyard. The next day I returned to my house. They’d taken everything. They dumped my sick mother onto the floor and took her mattress. I found my father’s body in the barn. They’d cut off his arms and his legs.”

(Kampala, Uganda)