clean.

i dive into the future, but i'm blinded by the sun. i'm reborn in every moment, so who knows what i'll become..

[spotlightmp4]

changkyun doing That Move™ in alligator 

[devilsadvocatevhs]

@psycheos @vampireminhyuk @demonkyun @sophrosynes @beekkul@joohoneybunch

[dejoovu]

me: sorry, is this seat taken?

jooheon: what se-

me:

[bulbasaur-propaganda]

During a hide and Seek game, Bulbasaur went back to take Togepi to a better hiding spot so it doesn’t get sad losing quickly. 

Bulbasaur was a real bro.

[quotethat]

As you are shifting, you will begin to realize that you are not the same person you used to be. The things you used to tolerate have now become intolerable. Where you once battled and argued, you are now choosing to remain silent. You are beginning to understand the value of your voice and there are some situations that no longer deserve your time, energy, and focus.

Unknown (via quotethat)

[rootsofpassion]

“Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?”

— Pablo Neruda

[photography-cnl]

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”

— Pablo Neruda

[entretintaypapel-blog]

“Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. La quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.”

— Pablo Neruda

[thelovejournals]

“…I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me. That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her. As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees. We, we who were, we are the same no longer. I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her.”

— Pablo Neruda, excerpt from The Saddest Poem

[pnra-follia]

Mi faccio sempre mille problemi per non fare del male a nessuno, ma ho notato che gli altri tutti questi problemi non se li fanno.

pura—follia

[leohearts]

Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.

(via leohearts)

[tiptoearoundtheworld]

[vsugakookies]

A P P R E C I A T E H I M

[mintyysuga]

i see no difference

[scappandodaquestarealta1]

Ti odio, sai? Eri l'unico che leggeva costantemente del mio dolore, ma nonostante ciò non facevi nulla. E mentre tu vivevi felicemente la tua vita, io affogavo nei miei pensieri negativi.

scappandodaquestarealta.

(via

scappandodaquestarealta

)

[lifesa-toughcrowd]

end game

Ed Sheeran: With four words on the tip of my tongue, I'll never say it ...

Me: Red deserved a Grammy

[lifesa-toughcrowd]

end game

Ed Sheeran: With four words on the tip of my tongue, I'll never say it ...

Me: Red deserved a Grammy

[tonight-we-are-fantastic-baby-d]

BM: Can I get your attention babygirl? Me: