7.26.14
7.26.14
sadhours:

nintendoodle:

black-knife:

moniquill:


Abandoned 123 year old school

For sale: totally not haunted, we promise. Like we pinky swear. No wailing child ghosts. No endless walls of text about the coming of the end times appearing on chalk boards when you turn your back. No creepy singing. Totally cool.

plant blog

this is a building not a plant


There are plants surrounding it

sadhours:

nintendoodle:

black-knife:

moniquill:

Abandoned 123 year old school

For sale: totally not haunted, we promise. Like we pinky swear. No wailing child ghosts. No endless walls of text about the coming of the end times appearing on chalk boards when you turn your back. No creepy singing. Totally cool.

plant blog

this is a building not a plant

There are plants surrounding it

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7.25.14
thefilmcanister:

Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. x

thefilmcanister:

Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. x

7.25.14
naimabarcelona:

@figtny

naimabarcelona:

@figtny

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7.25.14

wanderworn:

I’ve spent the last few weeks on a photo assignment in the west of Ireland. These are just a few from today. 

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7.25.14

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7.25.14
7.25.14

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

— Maya Angelou (via observando)
7.25.14

gameofchrons:

parents: "let’s talk about your future" 

image

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7.25.14

Holocene | Bon Iver

And at once I knew I was not magnificent

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7.25.14

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7.25.14
“ Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet’s eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name. ”
— William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream (via observando)
7.25.14
7.24.14
“ The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share the twisting trails and wondrous worlds I’ve known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there. The last few steps you have to take alone. ”
— Shel Silverstein (via observando)
7.23.14

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