Beautiful Disaster.

Ask me Stuff!-- Preguntame Algo! The "earth" without "art" is just "eh".

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My lovely followers, please follow this blog immediately!

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[theoutsiders-blog]

The head of a company survived 9/11 because His son started kindergarten. Another fellow was alive because it was His turn to bring donuts. One woman was late because her Alarm clock didn’t go off in time. One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike Because of an auto accident. One of them Missed his bus. One spilled food on her clothes and had to take Time to change. One’s Car wouldn’t start. One couldn’t Get a taxi. The one that struck me was the man Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, Took the various means to get to work but before. He got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today.. Now when I am Stuck in traffic, Miss an elevator, Turn back to answer a ringing telephone… All the little things that annoy me, I think to myself, This is exactly where I’m meant to be At this very moment

I live for this kind of existential shit (via punkrockmermaid)

[catharsisru]

El que se entrega por completo, jamás regresa entero.

(via youralyssa3)

[itsthewaitingunknown]

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

The Little Prince  (via bookmoss)

[starredsoul]

Despite what you’ve read, your sadness is not beautiful. No one will see you in the bookstore, curled up with your Bukowski, and want to save you. Stop waiting for a salvation that will not come from the grey-eyed boy looking for an annotated copy of Shakespeare, for an end to your sadness in Keats. He coughed up his lungs at 25, and flowery words cannot conceal a life barely lived. Your life is fragile, just beginning, teetering on the violent edge of the world. Your sadness will bury you alive, and you are the only one who can shovel your way out with hardened hands and ragged fingernails, bleeding your despair into the unforgiving earth. Darling, you see, no heroes are coming for you. Grab your sword, and don your own armor.

(via fleurstains)

[stormthegalaxies]

I want to meet someone who makes me feel the way music does

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this is the most beautiful thing ive ever read

[sanddyg]

Haz que me pierda. Pero encuéntrame siempre.

A un destinatario, Sanddy García  (via sanddyg)

[afadthatlastsforever]

The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you’re either on top of the world, or under it.

Beau Taplin || the hours between.  (via afadthatlastsforever)

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