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One Nice Bug Per Day
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Not today Justin
DEAR READER
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noise dept.
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Stranger Things
cherry valley forever

Origami Around
RMH
AnasAbdin
Cosimo Galluzzi
Misplaced Lens Cap
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The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women (via kushandwizdom)
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Waking up in my car on the 5th of July with my girlfriend.
Mermaid by Sergey Kolesov
Ok, that’s fucking terrifying and cool.
woah I love this interpretation of mermaids. not human sized, but the size of like a blue whale
(by sonyaalabina)
Jonathan Carroll
hell yesss
Cloud spiral in the sky. An Iridescent (Rainbow) Cloud in Himalaya. The phenomenon was observed early am 18 Oct 2009
My older brother received a call at two pm on a Thursday, That his roommate from college And best friend from high school; Overdosed and died, Last Wednesday night. My brother is 25 years old. He missed three days of work, sat at home in the dark, And cried for the first time in six months. This is not poetry. My father is very, very sick. He sleeps for seven hours, To build up a half hour of strength, Just so he can pick me up from school. He hasn’t been well in over a year. And still, He prays every night, “Thank you God, for making this happen to me, and not my children.” I am swallowed in fear, That soon enough, he will go to bed, And never wake up. This is not poetry. There are thousands of people, fighting cancer, and war, and death, just to have one more day, In hopes that it will get better. And still, You people glorify sadness, and long for your death, because apparently life, is just too much of a burden. Wake up, your ignorance is sickening. Your life is thousands of times more beautiful, Than your death will be.
For My Father, S.Skavdahl (via lopmon)
R.I.P to everybody who didn't make it to Christmas this year. Reblog if you care, or lost somebody.
In this picture from the early 1940s, travelers in California’s San Joaquin Valley gather owl’s clover and blue lupine in a field along Route 99.
The Wire- HAIM