pugasm

[lloydtheabstrac]

attracted to positivity.

[punkercrow]

She’s confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing and so she won’t commit to anything

Fight Club (via punkercrow)

[adriankarl]

you ever wanna fuck the living shit outta somebody but also cook for them and make sure they’re emotionally stable?

[palesicopath]

[studypetals]

not anyone else.

[loki-cat2]

[qxeenofthe6ix]

[pugasm-blog]

Nothing Lasts Forever And Here's Why That's The Best Part About Life: - Artparasites – How Art you today?

Selling the impossible idea is a trend on rise Its arrest is highly anticipated Locked away in a safe place ‘forever’ We refuse to part ways with it The friend who betrayed The job that reaped no benefits The lover who cheated The holiday that ended on a bitter note The mentor you never …

amazing

[teapalm]

(Tasha Marie) | Cascade Mountain

[pugasm-blog]

wh ywhy whyw hwy why why whyw why why 

[arpeggia]

[vinstage]

[danielodowd-deactivated20170124]

tonystx

[tastefullyoffensive]

[lazyyogi]

This is a very important practice. Live your daily life in a way that you never lose yourself. When you are carried away with your worries, fears, cravings, anger, and desire, you run away from yourself and you lose yourself. The practice is always to go back to oneself.

Thich Nhat Hanh (via lazyyogi)

[purplebuddhaproject]

Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is “Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.

Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty To Think So? (via purplebuddhaproject)

[artistofthemillennium-deactivat]