1. 10:52 23rd Apr 2014

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    Reblogged from adventuresong


Cloud Frame by Trevor Anderson on Flickr.
  2. 10:51

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    Reblogged from satansbuttcrack


    do you ever get weirded out by the fact that everyone around you is constantly within their own mind and thinking a million secret thoughts and battling internal struggles just like you and that you’re not the only one who thinks these things and that the people around you aren’t just faces meant to fill up your life but they’re actually really deep people who have a lot more to them than you ever actually even think about

  3. 23:40 22nd Apr 2014

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    Reblogged from virginly

    Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone.
    — (via heyh8r)

    (Source: hannibal914)

  4. 23:39

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    Reblogged from mirroir


    don’t trust people who get angry at the thought of their money being used to feed people and keep them healthy

    don’t trust people who care more about money than people

  5. 23:36

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    Reblogged from likeafieldmouse

    He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
    — Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via likeafieldmouse)

    (Source: tumblr.lonequixote.com)

  6. 12:29 21st Apr 2014

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    Reblogged from acciacaturas

    You were last seen walking through a field of pianos. No. A museum of mouths. In the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. No. Eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. Last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. You were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this was how you travelled. I was the mannequin in the storefront window you could have sworn moved. The library card in the book you were reading until that dog trotted up and licked your face. The cookie with two fortunes. The one jamming herself through the paper shredder, afraid to talk to you. The beggar. Hat outstretched bumming for more minutes. The phone number on the bathroom stall with no agenda other than a good time. The good time is a picnic on water, or a movie theatre that only plays your childhood home videos and no one hushes when you talk through them. When you play my videos I throw milk duds at the screen during the scenes I watch myself letting you go — lost to the other side of an elevator — your face switching to someone else’s with the swish of a geisha’s fan. My father could have been a travelling salesman. I could have been born on any doorstep. There are 2,469,501 cities in this world, and a lot of doorsteps. Meet me on the boardwalk. I’ll be sure to wear my eyes. Do not forget your face. I could never.
    — “new york craigslist > personals > missed connections”   (x)
  7. 12:20

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    Reblogged from nomadic-mantra

    You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.
    — Albert Camus (via purplebuddhaproject)
  8. 12:44 20th Apr 2014

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    Reblogged from featherumbrellas

  9. 12:37

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    Reblogged from hellanne

    Look at someone you love today,
    for one minute,

    as if you saw them for
    the first time.

    As if they were the first ray
    of sunlight, caught by

    the tender passion of your eye,
    lighting up your whole world.

    — Ron Starbuck, Death (via hellanne)
  10. 12:33

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    Reblogged from thatkindofwoman

    (Source: therednative)

  11. 12:33

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    Reblogged from je-laisse-aller



Skull in a salt lake

Wow that is the highest quality gif I have ever seen!

It looks like I’m actually there



    Skull in a salt lake

    Wow that is the highest quality gif I have ever seen!

    It looks like I’m actually there

    (Source: osteo-princess)

  12. 10:40 18th Apr 2014

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    Reblogged from kvtes

    image: Download

    (Source: mmshckly)

  13. 10:39

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    Reblogged from whatsaclockwithouthands


    Who’s a pretty boy? You are, yes you are!

    Bee covered in pollen resting in the heart of a crocus flower.

    Nature-loving photographer, Boris Godfroid, uses macro photography for close-up shots, posted to his website boris.godfroidbrothers.be

  14. 23:37 17th Apr 2014

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    Reblogged from redbabyearth

    image: Download


I am somebody!
  15. 23:37

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    Reblogged from redbabyearth

    image: Download

    (Source: hikingdreams)