nashgrierismyboyfriend:

keep-0n-blazing:

jackanthonyfernandez:

a-precis:

recoveringtopanga:

peruvian—goddess:

blondesquats:

spfydalekbakes:

Ray Rice Inspired Makeup Tutorial

fuckin slay

OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST

This was fucking hilarious and then shit got WAY real

Amazing

Damn I love this

FUCKING YES BITCH

i used to vaguely know this girl in real life so it is a fucking trip to see this all over the internet. good for her, yo

7 hours ago with ♥ 37,362 notesyoutube.com)

…where something small changes everything. Where the tiniest act, the smallest space of time, the most inconsequential of decisions, changes a life. A split second separates the long-lost friends who either see or miss each other at an airport. And from that, a relationship does or does not develop, perhaps a lifetime partnership, perhaps even children. Human beings who might or might not have existed. Whole lives born out of the most fragile of happenstance.

And maybe that’s why our lives are beautiful; why they’re tragic. One perfect child can be born of an accidental encounter, and another lost to a split-second lapse in attention. If a motorist leans over to change a radio station at the same moment that it first occurs to a four-year-old that he can let go of his mother’s hand as easily as hang onto it, and that if he lets go he will be across the road first, before his mother, and that she will certainly laugh and say, “How fast you are, Johnny!” If the child does this, and the motorist does that, and if the world then changes forever and unbearably for everyone involved, then is that not life in its simplest form?

That so little matters so much and so much matters so little.

- Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise (via sweetchildneurosis)
10 hours ago with ♥ 4 notes

Anonymous: Can you describe the color black without using the word black?

backshelfpoet:

Black

[noun]

1. Night. Obsidian slides on the islands of Hawaii. My grandfather’s cancer spots and the x-ray of his deflated lungs. His coffin two months later. Ebony keys under hands that are too dark to be called anything but burnt charcoal crystals, and Beethoven playing softly three floors down in my uncle’s apartment building — O Freunde, niche diese toen, sodern lasst uns angenehmere anstimmen und freundenvollere. 

2. You. Your heart. Your mouth when you said
you didn’t love me anymore.

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d.a.s

10 hours ago with ♥ 913 notes

literature   

nevver:

Don’t get me

10 hours ago with ♥ 16,605 notestwitter.com)

If you could go anywhere in the world right now would it be to a “where” or to a “who”?
- (via rozoa)
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quotes   

dumb-and-cool:

Garden City Movement- Move On

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Self-hate really is the same thing as sheer egoism, and in the long run breeds the same cruel isolation and despair.
- Herman Hesse, Steppenwolf (via weltworte)
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I almost thanked you for teaching me something about survival back there, but then I remembered that the ocean never handed me the gift of swimming. I gave it to myself.
- Y.Z, what I forgot to remember  (via stolenwine)
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luxio:

tries to do things: becomes overridden with anxiety

doesn’t do things: becomes overridden with anxiety

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