oscahhh:

Mariah Carey ft. Jay-Z | Heartbreaker [1999]

Reblogged from 90s90s90s 22 hours ago |

dajo42:

"tea is just leaf water!" "yeah well coffee is just bean water!" wow, it’s. it’s like everything is made of things. this door is just wood rectangle. this poster is just ink paper. this lemonade is just lemon water. wow, it’s like you can combine ingredients to make things that are more enjoyable than the initial parts of the equation. sure is a magical world we live in

Reblogged from jessesantana 2 weeks ago |

girlwithdeathmask:

awwww-cute:

Princess Potato going for a run - a Chocolate Shar Pei


akromme

girlwithdeathmask:

awwww-cute:

Princess Potato going for a run - a Chocolate Shar Pei

akromme

Reblogged from allsummerinaday 2 weeks ago |

"A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul."

— Goethe (via arzitekt)

Reblogged from fuckyeahexistentialism 2 weeks ago |

"No amount of anxiety makes any difference to anything that is going to happen."

— Alan Watts - How To Melt Anxiety. (via blackened—lungs)

Reblogged from fabiolaorsi 2 weeks ago |

"

i. Nothing ever worth splitting on - poems, heartache, meat - should be done with a blunt butter knife. You need the serrated edge.

ii. I’m learning to wake up every day and catch gold in eager palms.

iii. There are many things that wont matter when I’m dead. How many likes a status has on Facebook is one of them. Whether or not you’ll call me back is another.

iv. I must cultivate kindness. I must polish at it religiously until it gleams, until it’s filled to the brim and the excess spills over onto my lap.

v. Those people, the ones that chip away at your like a woodpecker, the ones that steal the magic in you away like it’s the only thing they know how to do - rid yourself of them.

vi. I want the kind of sex that makes me feel like I’m floating and falling at once.

vii. There is the bad, guilty love, where you feel like you’re going to regret it when it’s all said and done. This love is like picking at a scab before the wound has a chance to heal. It’s like scratching so intently at a mosquito bite it bleeds. Run from it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

viii. There are some days you have to refuse morphine just so you know you can make it on your own.

ix. God knows it’s not healthy to look back after you’ve said goodbye, but the curiosity always compels me to do so. Will you be looking back at me? Will I ever see you again?

x. Maybe we don’t want love, we just want to tell someone the messy, ugly secrets we think will make them leave and watch in awe as they stay.

x. I will always love the boy with eyes like gondolas and hands like shadow play.

"

jessica therese, “What I Know” \ (via versteur)

Reblogged from fabiolaorsi 2 weeks ago |

Accidentally twinned with my bike today. 🚲💙👯

Accidentally twinned with my bike today. 🚲💙👯

2 weeks ago |

"It’s messing people up, this social pressure to ‘find your passion’ and ‘know what it is you want to do’. It’s perfectly fine to just live your moments fully and marvel as many small and large passions, many small and large purposes, enter and leave your life. For many people there is no realization, no bliss to follow, no discovery of your life’s purpose. This isn’t sad, it’s just the way things are. Stop trying to find the forest and just enjoy the trees."

Sally Coulter (via dishevelment)

(Source: tv-in-black-n-white)

Reblogged from brokenmachine 2 weeks ago |

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