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Not today Justin
Claire Keane
Doug Jones
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
occasionally subtle
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
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Fai_Ryy
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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The Bright Sessions
The Bowery Presents
Game of Thrones Daily
taylor price

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@ashley-yogi
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Milla Jovovich
I live for coincidences. They briefly give to me the illusion or the hope that there’s a pattern to my life, and if there’s a pattern, then maybe I’m moving toward some kind of destiny where it’s all explained.
Jonathan Ames, My Less Than Secret Life: A Diary, Fiction, Essays (via purplebuddhaproject)
Julia Butterfly Hill lived in a 180 ft tall, roughly 1500 year old California Redwood tree for 738 days between December 10, 1997 and December 18, 1999. Hill lived in the tree, affectionately known as “Luna,” to prevent Pacific Lumber Company loggers from cutting it down.
she wrote a book about her time in the tree its really crazy at one point shes sobbing and she hugs the tree and the tree starts like pouring sap!! and it wasnt the time of year it would do that or anything
“when the world ends I want to scream into the chaos that I loved you more than anything in hopes that the sound will echo and continue to exist after everything stops”
beautiful art piece created by flatsound
Whistler’s Mother Steve Buscemi sitting in a chair in front of “Whistler’s Mother” and making it a much better painting
why are cool socks not a bigger part of society. why doesn't everyone have cool socks with designs on them. why do we confine ourselves to white socked hell
you know when you’re talking w/ someone and you just feel.. Warm. like.. not.. warmth temperature-wise but just this.. sense of overall coziness like on an emotional level speaking w/ them is the equivalent of whenever you step into a patch of sunlight… that’s something