Run for cover.
-vvaste:

Eden (by Florian Eymard)

-vvaste:

Eden (by Florian Eymard)

Reblogged from breakawayfromeveryday (Originally from -vvaste)

strangecousinsusanx:

pale-fire:

Feminist Graffiti from the 1970s [x]

I haven’t seen this in a while. It never gets old.

strangecousinsusanx:

pale-fire:

Feminist Graffiti from the 1970s [x]

I haven’t seen this in a while. It never gets old.
Reblogged from n0se-bleed (Originally from pale-fire)

omgsexyfood:

Scallop vermicelli: A nuanced dish that reflects the complexity of Kellie Strøm’s “Worse Things Happen at Sea” 

omgsexyfood:

Scallop vermicelli: A nuanced dish that reflects the complexity of Kellie Strøm’s “Worse Things Happen at Sea” 

Reblogged from omgsexyfood

Hannah Snowdon Tattoo Appreciation

(Source: snxwdon)

Reblogged from n0se-bleed (Originally from snxwdon)

Reblogged from staypozitive

I think there comes a time when you meet someone and you just want to make them smile for the rest of your life.

Unknown (via siameasy)

(Source: tblaberge)

Reblogged from wordsthatinspire (Originally from tblaberge)

incoloure:

art-on-my-skin:

Handpoked tattoos on Watkin Tudor Jones (Ninja) from Die Antwoord

love

Reblogged from n0se-bleed (Originally from art-on-my-skin)

themoonphase:

bonsaibones:

I’m in love with this gif. Everything about it. The rain drizzling. The candle flickering. The colors. I love it.

favorite

themoonphase:

bonsaibones:

I’m in love with this gif. Everything about it. The rain drizzling. The candle flickering. The colors. I love it.

favorite

Reblogged from n0se-bleed (Originally from animatedphoto)

Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.

This is the scariest fucking text post I’ve ever read  (via intensional)

(Source: anitaspallenberg)

Reblogged from wordsthatinspire (Originally from anitaspallenberg)

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

John Green (Paper Towns)

(Source: feellng)

Reblogged from wordsthatinspire (Originally from feellng)

Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You aren’t legally required to have a degree, it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and your things that are mostly unnecessary. You can see the world on a minimum wage salary, despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job. You can leave your friends (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends) and make new ones on the road. You can leave your family. You can depart from your hometown, your country, your culture, and everything you know. You can sacrifice. You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee, you can give up air conditioning, frequent consumption of new products. You can give up eating out at restaurants and prepare affordable meals at home, and eat the leftovers too, instead of throwing them away. You can give up cable TV, Internet even. This list is endless. You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers. You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you. You can triumph over your fears, by conquering your mind. You can take risks. And most of all, you can travel. You just don’t want it enough. You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most, but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel. You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country. So please say to me, “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”, not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”, because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t. You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society. Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires, but know that you can travel, you’re only making excuses for why you can’t. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None. Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this.

Wunderkammer: Did You Know

all of this

(via awelltraveledwoman)

Reblogged from wordsthatinspire (Originally from susannacole)

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
Amy Winehouse

Reblogged from wordsthatinspire (Originally from scarymarymusic)

Ride [Explicit]
Lana Del Rey

Reblogged from theneverbird (Originally from senzapari)

Perhaps it is
merely a speculation
I’ve embedded in my mind
that people will never be able to
love me enough
for I am so temperamental
and sometimes,
reckless.
But my best friends choose
their boyfriends over me
and my exes chose their exes
every single time.
So here I am
choosing myself
over everyone else
for I should always be
my own first choice,
right?

A Story A Day #201 by M.D.L

(via mingdliu)

Reblogged from theneverbird (Originally from mingdliu)

(Source: R2--D2)

Reblogged from breakawayfromeveryday (Originally from r2--d2)