talisman:

Come and Meet Me in the Middle of the Air rendering of a nebula by Marta Brysha.  Worked in  hand dyed silk thread with a few bronze wing pigeon feathers for texture.
People who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. Neil Gaiman (via kvtes)
Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That’s the problem. ― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh (via catfluffs)
Rocking my lion mane today. I feel like me.

suicideblonde:

Natalie Dormer

nxxk:

Cologne Cathedral, Germany
so now you’re about to turn twenty and the world hasn’t gotten any bigger for you. you’re untouched, unloved, unprepared. your parents still pay for your gas. your friends all have internships. one of them even got cast to be in a movie. you’ve got all this talent that you don’t know how to share. you just want to fuck someone, anyone, to feel a little less like an island. the man at the McDonald’s drive-thru held both sides of your hand when he handed you your change and you cried the entire way home. skin burns. you’re about to turn twenty and you feel like you’re fifteen. you sleep for fourteen hours and still need a nap. the world is shrinking one empty heartache at a time.
you’re scared you’ll never find anyone to love you, not even well. you’ll settle for anything.
don’t.
you’re about to turn twenty and they never remind you how young that is. falling in love does not make you grow up, heartbreak does, and there is more than one way to fall apart. you’re about to turn twenty and it’s okay if you aren’t ready. it’s okay if you aren’t ready. it’s okay.
turning 20 | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)

ijustcantevenwithyallrightnow:

screengeniuz:

Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!

Yo, this was a black man trying to give white people a warning in the most nonthreatening way possible.

 Silvia Sani

fellatioutboy:

its hard to take pictures of how pretty nature is in a fast moving car with windows covered in puppy nose prints

Whatever teaches us to talk to ourselves is important: whatever teaches us to sing ourselves out of despair. But the painting has also taught me that we can speak to each other across time…That life- whatever else it is- is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not random. That Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn’t mean we have to bow and grovel to it. That maybe even if we’re not always so glad to be here, it’s our task to immerse ourselves anyway: wade straight through it, right through the cesspool, while keeping eyes and hearts open. And in the midst of our dying, as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn’t touch. Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch   (via forlornes)
True love is a love without possessiveness. You love and still you are free, and the other person is also free. The kind of love that has no joy is not true love. If both parties cry every day, then that’s not true love. There must be joy and freedom and understanding in love. Thich Nhat Hanh (via everyday-tourist)

danedeham:

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