The person who truly loves you can never make you feel uncertain.
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Love Begins

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we're not kids anymore.
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The person who truly loves you can never make you feel uncertain.
J.DG (via iamjomaried)
I am lost deep inside my head, And I don't know how to be free. All of your words embed, Slowly seep and spread Through my heart, my soul and body. And so, I am changed. My mind is no longer my own. I feel slightly deranged, And completely estranged from the me I have always known.
Don’t lose yourself like me
the way you say ‘I’m sad’ comes to me as 'I won’t ever be okay again’ but darling I will hold you warm until all your broken heals until you’ll feel the sunshine again and even more until you become it
k.m (via fluohrine)
He'll say it like it's nothing. He'll say it like anything. "She's pretty," and my chest twinges. Eyes alert, I analyse every inch of her, what makes her pretty? I notice her weight, her skin, her hair, her face, her eyes, her clothes, her attitude, her past, her present, her future, her goals, her dreams, her aspirations. I observe in a second and remain silent. I am planning a wardrobe change, I will get a haircut, I will buy new make up, I will change my life. I will be her and I will be pretty. Self-consciousness blossoms in love. A month later I have gradually become pretty. Or I've become his definition of pretty. Or I've become his passing remark of pretty. I have become consumed by pretty and he tells me I'm beautiful whenever he sees me. But it's not enough. We watch the news, I sit pretty. He remarks casually, lighting up a cig, "I think that accent is so sexy." Shit. How do I become Scandinavian?
Hopelessly in love and dangerously self conscious.
Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you.
Deepak Chopra (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
lil nova
Isn’t it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?
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Homemade camera rig takes stunning close-up pictures of snowflakes
I swear snow is like some weird phenomena like aliens or something that shit is fucking art and you know it
Iceland: Landmannalaugar, Suðurland
Time-lapse GIFs of the Earth as seen from the ISS
GIFs made by Sixpenceee. Original video via David Paterson/YouTube.
I fucking love the lightning
Uncle Gerry’s Family Fun Zone
by reddit user Red_Grin
This is a lengthy story but it is worth it:
I didn’t know Will could draw, I remember thinking as my friend’s hand quickly moved across the page. And then I looked more closely at Will’s impromptu sketch, and I immediately regretted it. I tried to unsee it. I shifted my attention to other things around me, anything at all that wasn’t ink on the page: the blur of Will’s hand, the beads of sweat gathering at his temples, the gentle autumn breeze creeping through the crack of the window.
Don’t look at the page. Just don’t look at it.
But I knew I had to. So I looked. And it was worse than I expected. Much worse.
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Follow my new blog @thevintageloser! 🌛 I’m going to be switching over to this.
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
Sylvia Plath (via purplebuddhaproject)
The Life in the Machine
by reddit user unpatriotic
This story was a top rated story. It’s one of those that make you hit an existential crisis.
Being a programmer, one of my dreams has always been to create an original video game, something that nobody in the industry has done before.
After seeing Spore, I became intrigued. Here was an attempt at putting people in control over a universe. After looking at what made videogames popular, I realized the main aspect was control.
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