don’t bother them they’re reading
First reblog in forever and it’s a good one.
styofa doing anything
Acquired Stardust
Jules of Nature

Discoholic 🪩

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Cosmic Funnies

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

roma★
Misplaced Lens Cap
cherry valley forever

if i look back, i am lost

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

shark vs the universe
taylor price

pixel skylines

titsay

Andulka
Stranger Things
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don’t bother them they’re reading
First reblog in forever and it’s a good one.
(by zekkester)
A very good boy.
A best scene.
Though unknown to Antoni Gaudí, the original owners of Casa Batlló were wizards. An old wizarding family, the Batlló family chose the house not only for its centralized location in Muggle Barcelona, but for it’s close proximity to the entrance to wizarding Barcelona. While most wizarding families would hide their family homes from Muggle eyes, Josep Batlló chose to leave his house on full display, showing off the unusual architecture.
The house was sold to Muggles in 1993, and though all magical enchantments and artefacts were removed from the house, there is still residual magic in the recesses and the cracks. Occasionally, the leaves and designs on the outside will shift slightly, or the scales on the roof will shimmer, even when there is no sun to reflect off of them.
Ms. Nyx Bluestone, July 25th, 2015
Old but gold.
Typewriter Series #2477 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I’ll keep writing, shouting out into the space between you and I, hoping you’ll hear but secretly (now the secret is out) not really minding if you don’t. It’s not for you (though I think you think it is), it’s for me, it’s coins thrown into the jingling cup of the vagabond in my mind, just enough to quiet him, not enough to make me poor. I’m not afraid (really, this time, I am not) of being forgotten, I don’t think I’ll change this world (after all I am small) or rearrange the way we think of words (all I am is words).
They’ll be here (they’ve always been even when you aren’t) and I’ll keep pouring them out (sometimes I’m wrung so nearly dry) even if they stay unread. One day (some day) you’ll forget that you forgot and you’ll hear my name (all three, for my grandfather lives in the middle) and wonder if you knew me, once (once is enough), in another life.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
I’m a fan of this.
Reminds me of the old me, before I forgot how to write.
Peace flows like a river.
Just look at this.
I never knew I needed a master post of Buffy turning around GIFs until now.
#hairgoals
I’m back on tumblr, and this is absolutely the post I needed to start me off.
Just hanging with the Hackney hand model in a secret rooftop garden 😎💅🌸 @samanthaclinch @boundaryldn (at Boundary - Restaurant, Rooms & Suites, Rooftop)
Look, it’s me.
Walden 7 by Ricardo Bofill,Bcn June 2017
Tonight, tonight, this black & white 🏁🌇🗼 (at ArcelorMittal Orbit)
That 'summer' golden light 🌧☀😎💛 (at Shoreditch High Street railway station)
Yesterday on the Cinque Terre, such amazing views 🏰🏔😍 (at Vernazza)
Welcome to Vernazza 🏰❤💛💚💙💜😍 (at Cinque Terre)
v v v precarious... 🇮🇹🏛👀 (at Pisa, Italy)