A Beautiful Mess

Harmless contemplation..... na-ahh just simply things I reblog or post because they are funny, interesting or they have sth to do with Glee, Harry Potter, musicals etc. Or fashion. Or anything beautiful including "aww" inducing animal photos. As a side note I love elephants and crushing crunchy leaves on the pavement and the weightlessness of water. Curious about something?

[sodamnrelatable]

Morning shower:

Night shower:

[observando]

[culturecollideofficial]

FILTER Magazine at SXSW. Looked pretty good from here!

[sothatnoonecanreadit]

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Probably the best thing I have ever seen.

[backintimetosavemylife]

run away with me/my beautiful b-day present

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Tuxedo Park, New York - Diary of a weekend…

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The San Remo, Central Park West - Diary of a weekend…

[forever90s]

[excepttheeyes]

[reveurinwonderland]

[mrsstreep]

Behind the scenes of Kramer vs Kramer, 1979

[mamenko]

vzhzhzz

[edwardspoonhands]

THAT’S A WIN! That’s a GOAT SLIDIN’ ON IT’S CROTCH to the OTHER SIDE win!

[allthingseurope]

Bran Castle, Romania (by Park Jongwoo)

[wintarsfell]

ｍｏｔｈｅｒ  ｏｆ  ｄｒａｇｏｎｓ

[sothatnoonecanreadit]

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Yeats

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[teddyaltman]