Things I Find Beautiful

This is a collection of things I find beautiful in the world, on the stereo, or in my head. Basically, this is shit I think is tight, like taco bell

[einste1n]

[thelifeguardlibrarian]

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. (via riverran)

[kateoplis]

100 Miles, 10 Days, Three Countries and a Lot of Cheese

[mydarkenedeyes]

Alison Johnson

[howmyneuronsfire-blog]

Prepare for Rilo Kiley

[theacademy]

Keanu Reeves through the years

[georgianadesign]

South Mutiny Bay Rd. residence, Seattle. Dan Nelson, Designs Northwest Architects.

[staceythinx]

Patrick Zephyr captures the excitement of exploring at night.

[clementinevonradics]

I stopped going to therapy because I knew my therapist was right and I wanted to keep being wrong. I wanted to keep my bad habits like charms on a bracelet. I did not want to be brave. I think I like my brain best in a bar fight with my heart. I think I like myself a little broken. I’m ok if that makes me less loved. I like poetry better than therapy anyway. The poems never judge me for healing wrong.

-Clementine von Radics (via your-last-cigarettee)

[bird-paws]

[howmyneuronsfire-blog]

Legit

[howmyneuronsfire-blog]

If you're into walk the moon. Artist of the week sports racers

[breathtakingdestinations]

Lake Lungern - Switzerland (by Artur Staszewski) 

[lesstalkmoreillustration]

Steve W Schwartz

WITH REGARDS

[nevver]

Brunch, Maurizio Di Iorio

[howmyneuronsfire-blog]

I enjoy mornings that you wake up to silence and no one is asking anything of you, you’re under no pressure to exist and its just wonderful

[howmyneuronsfire-blog]

#NowPlaying Oh Wonder Like the xx? Try Oh Wonder You're gonna like the way it sounds... I guarantee it

[your-last-cigarettee]

Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they’ll make your soul impervious to the world’s soft decay.“

Janet Fitch, White Oleander  (via your-last-cigarettee)