may angels lead you in

You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.

[tilldeathdousart]

[dasfinanzamt-deactivated2026030]

hall of mirrors, silêmanî, kurdistan (x)

the pieces of broken mirror represent 182,000 victims of the anfal campaign, and the lights represent the 4,500 kurdish villages wiped off the map.

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe, i never had to get over it

[approvers]

[explorblr]

Mini Peanut Butter Cups in a Jar

[aseaofquotes]

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

[nathaliina-deactivated20140923]

She wanted to know everything. She wanted to know why cities skies had only a few stars. And sometimes they had no stars at all. She loved going to the countryside. Even though she was never a small town kind of a girl. “Why would the stars run away to a place where they are least noticed?” She would ask herself as she gazed into the sky. She wanted to know why books were in libraries instead of being in the streets for everyone to pick them up. She wanted to know why people lied to the ones they love. She was strange. And whenever the pain got too great, she would go to the nearest bookshop, go to the corners no one goes to, and pick a random book and underline how she feels. She would also write letters and bury them between the pages. She wanted everyone to know how she felt, because she couldn’t share it. She wanted to exist and matter. And it made me sad, because she existed and mattered to me. But I guess I wasn’t enough. She wanted the people who were like her to know that they were not alone. She hoped for her letters to be read by people who were as sad as she was. Everything about her made me cry, in both the good way and the bad one. I wanted to hold her and tell her that she was everything. I wanted to tell her that she mattered and existed, but no matter how much I wanted her to listen, she would never do. Her sadness was visible. Her desperation was obvious, but she did not care, because she was sad, and feeling less pain was all what mattered to her.

Abraham M. Alghanem (via thewriternetwork)

[nostalgicjoy]

What do I want to be when I grow up? I want to be happy. I want be the feeling. I want to be the thrill during roller coasters rides. I want to be the peace before sleep takes over the mind. I want to be the cheer after a job well done. I want to be the butterflies of a first kiss. I want to be the passion behind marriage vows. Let me be the emotion, so you can’t be without me every time you listen to that song, discover the light in the darkness, hear your name slip from your lover’s lips, and receive kisses and hugs. I want to be the admiration and triumph. I want to be the feeling when parents see their baby for the first time, when the sun kisses the horizon, when blissful memories are made, when you go on merry-go-rounds, when life treats you the best hand there is. The opposite of grief. The reverse of unworthiness. The contrary to helplessness. The inverse of disappointment. The antithesis to fear. The contradiction to pain. So, ask me again what I want to be when I grow up.

by Natasha J., Happiness (NJ.)

[catsbeaversandducks]

Gift Ideas For Cat Lovers

Links and more ideas HERE - Via Bored Panda 

[cobscookbay]

GIVE ME ALL OF THIS.

ALL OF THEM.

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cabin kitchen (by totally stoked on you!)

[thirstykoala]

untitled by k_garaventa on Flickr.

[archatlas]

Darkness in the Range of Light Cody Cobb

[wildstag-blog]

untitled by ghermankyle on Flickr.

[unterihremkissen]

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[lovequotesrus]

Everything you love is here

[madisen]

have a dance party. it doesn’t matter what time it is, doesn’t matter if you’re alone (actually, i think it’s more fun when you’re alone in your room.) even if you feel like you can’t get up because of the sadness weighing you down, do it. trust me, it’s worth it. (here, i already made a...

[winterfellis]

cold waitings by Helena Barker on Flickr.