September 22, 2011


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     repeat from we are all made of stars

February 5, 2012


I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mothers name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.

Andrea Gibson (via bythalake)

(via no-br0mo)

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     repeat from Feed Your Head

February 7, 2012


“If I could write the beauty of your eyes

And in fresh numbers number all your graces

The age to come would say,

“This poet lies: Such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthy faces”

William Shakespeare

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     repeat from tigerlily

June 7, 2012


Tumblr is where I go to see beautiful things, beautiful people, beautiful words, and to find new beauty in new ways. There’s also a lot of porn. I guess that can be beautiful too. lol


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January 3, 2013


the-deeper-you-go:

everythingcanadian:

notcinderellamayberobinhood:

ionlyblogturtles:

livingmywayeveryday:

n-0-t-p-e-r-f-e-c-t:

owl-outside-chris-house:

vickified:

hijackieee:



“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”


omg yes

lol yes, so then i can shave.



Yes.
reblog it everytime, cause it’s so stunning. 

Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!

     One minute, 37 seconds.     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.     One minute, 29 secods.     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.     One minute, six seconds.     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.      54 seconds.     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?     30 seconds.     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.     25 seconds.     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     17. More rapid.     16.  It’s racing.     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.     10 seconds.     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.     5. My heart has given up entirely.     4. I stop walking.     3. Just waiting left.     2. Everything is about to change.     1. Deep breath.
     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s
     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

xD, love, can i keep it?,

yeah but what if you were in an open field and you’re looking around and your timer has only 54 seconds left and you run down the rows of wheat. Time is ticking away and no one is around.
You still realizing that there is no hope for you, it’s flat area no person around and you just look at your clock.
The numbers are flashing, 0000d 00h 00m 00s.
Your time ran out and no one was there. You sit in the field and just stare blankly at the ground. What would happen then?

That last one would mean your soulmate had passed from the world but where you were standing was their favourite place in life and that you were pulled there in the hope that it would alight the same joy in you that it did in them.

the-deeper-you-go:

everythingcanadian:

notcinderellamayberobinhood:

ionlyblogturtles:

livingmywayeveryday:

n-0-t-p-e-r-f-e-c-t:

owl-outside-chris-house:

vickified:

hijackieee:

If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?

omg yes

lol yes, so then i can shave.

image

Yes.

reblog it everytime, cause it’s so stunning. 

Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!

     One minute, 37 seconds.
     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
     One minute, 29 secods.
     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
     One minute, six seconds.
     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
      54 seconds.
     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
     30 seconds.
     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
     25 seconds.
     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     17. More rapid.
     16.  It’s racing.
     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
     10 seconds.
     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
     5. My heart has given up entirely.
     4. I stop walking.
     3. Just waiting left.
     2. Everything is about to change.
     1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

xD, love, can i keep it?,

yeah but what if you were in an open field and you’re looking around and your timer has only 54 seconds left and you run down the rows of wheat. Time is ticking away and no one is around.

You still realizing that there is no hope for you, it’s flat area no person around and you just look at your clock.

The numbers are flashing, 0000d 00h 00m 00s.

Your time ran out and no one was there. You sit in the field and just stare blankly at the ground. What would happen then?

That last one would mean your soulmate had passed from the world but where you were standing was their favourite place in life and that you were pulled there in the hope that it would alight the same joy in you that it did in them.

(Source: illness-and-instruments, via citycoffee)

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     repeat from ILLNESS & INSTRUMENTS

March 25, 2013


It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself.

I wish I knew who wrote this because…wow… (via beautifulgood)

(via beautifulgood)

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     repeat from defect

October 7, 2013


My view as I leave work every day

My view as I leave work every day

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October 28, 2013


Natures fruity pebbles

Natures fruity pebbles

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Crossed this rivs

Crossed this rivs

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Can’t stress it enough how much I love trees

Can’t stress it enough how much I love trees

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While crossing Menomonee River I looked up in the middle and saw this

While crossing Menomonee River I looked up in the middle and saw this

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November 26, 2013


Bodies are beautiful. There’s just something good about each one

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November 30, 2013


Whaaat

Whaaat

(Source: longkiwi, via streat-dreems)

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     repeat from a peace of mind