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âI wrote this song when I was like 18 or 19, but my friend just had a baby and she made me godmother and I was holding this little baby the other night and I was just thinking differently. When youâre holding onto something thatâs so innocent and so perfect and has no idea whatâs coming for it with the world. The world is going to throw so many things at you as we grow up.â â Taylor dedicating Never Grow Up to Leo Thames
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ONLY 3 MORE DAYS UNTIL I SEE YOU IN CONCERT. I CANNOT WAIT. I FREAKING LOVE YOU TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT. taylorswift taylorswift taylorswift taylorswift taylorswift
I love how Taylor loves her fans so much. I mean she has a little after party for her fans to be able to meet her. I donât know anyone else that will give up their time to meet their fans like she does. She does so much for us, as we do for her. She writes beautiful music that helps every single one of her fans get through something rough. Her lyrics heal all of us, step by step. When I was in fifth grade, I was bullied, girls would call me up and tell all of the things that they hated about me, and said that if I didnât fix those things about me, then I canât be their friend anymore. So thatâs when I started listening to Taylor (specifically Mean), and I started to feel wanted, to feel needed. She taught me to never ever let anyone change you. She has taught me to let the haters hate, but Iâm just gonna shake. She has taught me that if youâre lucky enough to be different, then donât ever change. I love her so much. I wouldnât be where I am today in life without her.â€ïž taylorswift
ONLY 3 MORE DAYS UNTIL I SEE YOU IN CONCERT. I CANNOT WAIT. I FREAKING LOVE YOU TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT. taylorswift taylorswift taylorswift taylorswift taylorswift
I love how Taylor loves her fans so much. I mean she has a little after party for her fans to be able to meet her. I donât know anyone else that will give up their time to meet their fans like she does. She does so much for us, as we do for her. She writes beautiful music that helps every single one of her fans get through something rough. Her lyrics heal all of us, step by step. When I was in fifth grade, I was bullied, girls would call me up and tell all of the things that they hated about me, and said that if I didnât fix those things about me, then I canât be their friend anymore. So thatâs when I started listening to Taylor (specifically Mean), and I started to feel wanted, to feel needed. She taught me to never ever let anyone change you. She has taught me to let the haters hate, but Iâm just gonna shake. She has taught me that if youâre lucky enough to be different, then donât ever change. I love her so much. I wouldnât be where I am today in life without her.â€ïž taylorswift
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I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldnât have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The cashier said, âIâm sorry, but you donât have enough money to buy this doll.â Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: âGranny, are you sure I donât have enough money?â The old lady replied: âYou know that you donât have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.â Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. âItâs the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.â I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. âNo, Santa Claus canât bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.â His eyes were so sad while saying this. âMy sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.â My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: âI told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.â Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me âI want mommy to take my picture with her so she wonât forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesnât have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.â Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. âSuppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?â âOK,â he said, âI hope I do have enough.â I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: âThank you God for giving me enough money!â Then he looked at me and added, âI asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!â âI also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didnât dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.â âMy mommy loves white roses.â A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldnât get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldnât stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Reblog this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
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For people who are or have been suicidal, does this or things like this help? Iâm genuinely asking. I want to reblog something that actually helps, not just something I think helps.
This genuinely helps. I was suicidal for a large portion of my life, so my therapist asked me every time we spoke to tell her one thing i liked, or that made me happy. It could be anything at all. It could be something iâd already said. It didnt matter. That really helped me slowly. She also made me say something positive for every negative. If i said something like âi just feel so stupid all the time,â id have to say something i felt good about, like âi really like the colour red.â I didnt think that my favourite colour would make such a difference, but really, when you slowly piece together a bunch of minuscule things, soon enough you have this list of 1000 things to live for. So yes, reblog the shit out of this. Because this type of thinking saves my life every day.
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