OMG WWJD he'd prolly LOL like WTF?!

Life is what we make it and a chance is like a picture, it'd be nice if you just take it.

[satanstrousers]

I experienced magic in Central Park today

[patydin-deactivated20181026]

[disimba]

Deep.

[bongtokingprincess-deactivated2]

THISS LITERALLY JUST FUCKED ME UP

[walkingonsmoke]

Agreed ^^

[thetorontoson]

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[blazepress]

Norwegian forest cat chasing a fox.

[thehundreds]

“I think you can get caught up in that when numbers [are involved]… When we try to balance our perspective with other people’s perspectives, we begin to value OTHER people’s intellectual property more than we do our own… And that’s ridiculous. Just be personal with it and not be so concerned with all this outside stuff. Just move in the light that we created for ourselves.” -Brandon Breaux

Talking Visual Branding & Consistency with Brandon Breaux, the Artist/Designer Behind Chance the Rapper’s Album Art by Charlie Kane

[aquaticsparkles]

[theliteraryjournals]

Time is the longest distance between two places.

Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie (via theglasschild)

[nubbsgalore]

the remote, secluded and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range five hundred years ago. during the early spring season, the terraces, once planted, are irrigated with spring water from the forest above, reflecting sunlight to create these stain glass like landscapes

photos by jialiang gao, hai thinh,  javarman, isabelle chauvel, chaluntorn preeyasombat and thierry bornier

[fashionkawaiiasiancute]

[theresagroth]

© Theresa Lynn Groth | Toronto - April 2017

[forlackofabettercomic-deactivat]

The cycle continues

[freshthoughts2020]

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Talk to yo child like an icon 2017

[vile-black-bile]

Every once in a while I go through the Asahd Khaled tag and smile.

[teeoht]

He soaking it up

[atraversso]

[theglasschild]

People who are most afraid of their dreams convince themselves they don’t dream at all.

John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent (via theglasschild)