dear jupiter

[time-for-maps]

this changes everything oh my god

do you understand why it trips me out that people can drive 45 minutes and be in aNOTHER COUNTRY? I drive for 45 minutes and im like

a city over 

I live in “Italy” and took a day trip to go to “Austria” and “Germany”

 #it is literally impossible to leave texas #you will be in texas #FOREVER

Chums, that’s sweet, and all, but Australia just ate Texas for breakfast. 

If you drive for 45 minutes in Australia you aren’t a city over, you’re just 45 minutes away from the city.

If you drive for 45 minutes in Australia you may not even leave the cattle station.

If you drive for 45 minutes in Canada you may not even leave your driveway.

If I drive 45 minutes in the us I’m just at another mcdonalds

If I drive for 45 minutes in Northern Ireland I’m 10 minutes into the sea.

I can’t drive. 

I will use this post to explain tumblr

[commongayboy-deactivated2018082]

[chaoticneutralbastard]

They look like they’re singing a high pitched duet.

[skydrynn]

[favoritelittlelyrics]

Nightwish, “Wanderlust”

[culturenlifestyle]

[thedesigndome]

Foraged Works Of Art Inspired By Mother Nature Created By Botanist Bridget Beth Collins

Bridget Beth Collins is an artist from Seattle who creates unique art by foraging natural elements and choreographs them into beautiful signature pieces inspired by Mother Nature. A lot of her landscapes are imagined from Katsushika Hokusai’s  The Great Wave at Kanagawa; such the waves swelling over the sea and trees beckoning sinisterly and kites remotely gliding in the sky.

Collins muses about her art and the how nature inspires her every day, “I love to adventure into the wildflower woodlands, mossy waterfalls, and grey sand starry expanses of the Pacific Northwest… I forage almost all of my creations from foliage and flowers plucked from our sidewalks, meadows, and woods in our neighborhood. I have a small garden in the city, and my mother has a big rambling secret garden filled with old English roses in the sea town of Edmonds where I grew up. I graduated with honors from Seattle Pacific University, earning a Bachelor of Arts in Theater. I grew up in the wings so to speak, and am a product of all its dark, magical, sparkly world. ”

The artist picks out a fresh selection of scavenged material from her backyard and fashions the wide variety of petals, seeds, leaves, mosses and even spices into organic works of art. The well-balanced color palette, which naturally comes forth from her resources,  brings out the magic in the Bridget Beth Collins sees in nature. Her lively imagination and respect to the environment sets her work apart it gives it originality. You can find her work in her Etsy shop.

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[twloha]

We love that Bridget Beth Collins took things that exist around all of us and turned them into something beautiful.  

[whitneymuseum]

Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is.

Jackson Pollock (via whitneymuseum)

[watercolorsforlandlubbers]

Coral| original abstract painting

[suicidal-day-dreamer]

bad habits are all I’ve ever known.

[breakfastclubbasketcase82]

[juniperredd-blog]

AM <3

[an-elven-periwinkle-apostate-de]

It’s really sad that I’ll never be able to fully trust someone with all of my heart.

(via an-elven-periwinkle-apostate)

[gossamerain]

Last night I dreamt I couldn’t breath And woke with the air catching in my lungs For a minute I wanted to die The ticking of my heartbeat too loud in my ears How strange that a few moments of breathlessness Left me without the will to live And how I have seen others want to die over missed appointments Or slept through alarms Burdens, I suppose, are a bit like infinities They come in different sizes

overheard in the temple pews (g.c.r.)

[gossamerain]

they will not write about us because darling we’re not in love and we both know that poems ought to be about lovers or brothers not best friends halfway in the middle god, i’d never kiss you but our hands fit like puzzle pieces and your smile makes my heart sing and you cried when you said you love me voice thick with fear and awe and i knew then i could break you and that terrifies me because you deserve better but i would die for you when i was thirteen my bedroom window looked out on the big dipper every summer and it made me feel safe but if every star in that constellation went out i’d still have your hands smoothing a brush through my hair (your eyes shine brighter than those distant suns anyway) we are not the stuff of legends in this world where it’s only love if you fuck the stories people want to hear end in a kiss not a high five or a fistbump but if i’ve got you i don’t need to make history and while you do not kiss away my tears you let them seep into your shirt and to me, that is just as good

not every beautiful thing has to be a love story (g.c.r.)

[bled]

[hirohamada]

[allthingswomenssoccer]

We’re all broken people but we just have to learn that it’s ok to talk about it, it’s ok to struggle, it’s ok to have hard conversations

Ashlyn Harris (via allthingswomenssoccer)

[twloha]

“I have beaten myself up for feeling too much and for thinking that feeling too much was a sign of weakness.” - Anies Castillo, “Knowing Depression Isn’t Weakness”

[tacoboxthegreat]

I tip my hat to you. All of you. Every day is a struggle and those who don’t know what we go through on a daily basis just don’t get it.