Out There.

[izzyhill]

[camiekahle-deactivated20190815]

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

[macncheese-blog]

I’VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS FOR SEVEN YEARS

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO ?????

[amethystthe-gem-deactivated2016]

I’m fucking dying

[pinkifingers]

That last fatal scream tho

[faleep]

IT IS BACK ON MY DASH THIS POST NEVER DIES WHO EVER PUT THIS UP IS A GOD.

[flawlessputaa-deactivated201610]

THE TERROR IN HIS SCREAM OH GOSH

[piss-pirate]

[chillyfeetsteak]

i’m crying

[lookingforlittlebunk]

[culturenlifestyle]

Real Leaves And Flowers Used As Stencils To Create Delicate And Realistic Tattoos

Ukrainian artist Rita “Rit Kit” Zolotukhina creates unique “botanical fingerprint” tattoos that recreate the delicate natural silhouette of flowers and leaves. The minimalist tattoos invoke an experimental tattoo technique mastered by the artist.

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[godshideouscreation]

@overidealism

[vodkaclass]

@waywardstakes

[lookingforlittlebunk]

[lookingforlittlebunk]

Thoughts at 1:21 A.M.

I could have given you the moon, and you would have told me you didn’t know we were giving each other anniversary presents this year.

[lookingforlittlebunk]

[lookingforlittlebunk]

Real happiness

[lookingforlittlebunk]

Pre Grand Canyon

[lookingforlittlebunk]

[lookingforlittlebunk]

[gamercrunch]

A Game Boy post in the remote mountain area of Shikoku, Japan

via reddit

[osakaxkobe]

[pukicho]

[lookingforlittlebunk]

[lookingforlittlebunk]

[lookingforlittlebunk]

Heavy, heavy

I’m pulling a rope with a boulder at one end,

No destination,

No purpose,

Just pulling,

Pulling,

Pulling,

My back aches, and my fingers are burned and cracked from the corse and frayed strings,

you are walking with me,

You say,

“We have been walking for so long, I’d like to take a break,”

So we stop and sit,

I give you water and bread,

you tell me how heavy this walk weights on your heart,

You say, “oh my love, I have walked so far and I feel as though I could give up,

If only we knew where we were going,”

I listen with my ears pressed against echo of your voice,

Wishing only to help your tired soul,

I say, “I know you are tired, and you have walked so far, but only a little further; I’m sure of it,”

I use what’s left of the water on my hands,

To wash away the blood and sweat.

Then ripping my shirt into strips, use the thin cloth to bandage my palms,

You place your hand on my chin, lifting it to your face,

And tell me, “I love you.”

I stand and extend my hand to you.

you place the rope in my grasp once again.

And we walk.

[lookingforlittlebunk]

2:36 a.m.