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[philosophybits]

Laziness is a kind of sadness.

Thomas Aquinas, Summa Theologica (via philosophybits)

[spelons]

hello i love her face and hate drawing hair

[thecollectibles]

Art by Guodong Zhao

[just-shower-thoughts]

As you make memories, you are unknowingly being watched by your future self.

[inmuin]

[just-shower-thoughts]

“Maybe if you go to bed you’ll feel better in the morning” is literally just the human version of “Have you tried turning it off and on again?”

[nebelzeit]

[bunlly]

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

Kait Rokowski  (via alunit)

[bloomflowersbloom]

idc about revenge tbh when someone does me wrong i never look to get them back i just disassociate and move on

[wearepaladin]

Training by Sun haiyang

[vanish]

[wordsthat-speak]

For those who are lost, there will always be cities that feel like home.

Everything Beautiful Began After (Simon Van Booy)

[wordsthat-speak]

People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.

Way of Being (Carl R. Rogers)

[meanwhilepoetry]

[mymindisblurry]

When you see him laying there… he doesn’t even look human anymore. His lips are blue and cheekbones poke out like they never did in life. And you hug his dad, the one who always stopped to say hi in the the grocery store. You hug him, and you say something stupid like “I’m sorry,” even though you know that means nothing to a man that just lost his son. And he’s just such a good person that he asks how you’re doing, when those roles should be reversed. This man in front of you consoled you, just like he did when his son was mean to you in elementary school. And you start crying. “He didn’t deserve this.” And he didn’t. He didn’t deserve choking on his own blood. He didn’t deserve a knife in his throat. He didn’t deserve to die.

S.E.A.// but he’s still dead (via mymindisblurry)

[just-shower-thoughts]

For a brief moment before your exact birth-minute on your 20th birthday, you are the oldest teenager in the world.

[teenswithoutwhiteteeth-blog]

summer is the lost season; all the souls traverse damp blacktops & rickety boardwalks, dip their toes in sand for seashells, sniff around untouched creek beds & abandoned mom-and-pop shops. they’re always going & going, searching for that one mental place, that place with AC blasting, that place with low-tempo beats on the stereo, that place where a glass of lemonade sweats on the counter, that place where home isn’t just There anymore. it’s Everywhere.

where is home?