madeleineishere:

šŸ£Post- it-Love-Note Laundry Pile EditionšŸ£

2headedsnake:

Tammam Azzam

ā€˜Kiss by Klimtā€™ painted on the remains of a building hit by bombs and bullets.

gone and safely in the hands of my home

im so fucking tired of everyone taking stupid pictures of themselves doing nothing

(Source: ryansbussard)

❝ I want to thank you for never being there anymore. Your absence has forced me to find my own way. ❞
Unknown (via zxmbi)

(Source: turkeyforlife)

wont you let us have a thingy. i want a thingy. lets have a thingy. and stahp not talking to me. jebus, ima be pissed if we dont have a little thingy.


tylergoulston:

216 plays

homieswan:

The Growlers - Someday

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(Source: meme4u)

mountains of words that cave in underneath their own weight

thebeardedmatey:

i recognize that you donā€™t matter and you didnā€™t exist anyway. i shouldnā€™t believe ideas. people create holograms of themselves to impress other holograms. theyā€™re smokescreens hiding nothing worth hiding, nothing worth anything. for all your words, your actions sure are vulgar.

itā€™s a crime to say things you donā€™t mean, it is. what basis is there on which to judge other than words? false advertising, always.

(Source: lucamuses)

(Source: revolvver)

❝ Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. ❞
Fernando PessoaĀ  (via tuffluf)

(Source: esdrujulasmuertas)

I guess I’m always going to want to eat good food…
❝ Yet stop I did: in fact I often do,
And always end much at a loss like this,
Wondering what to look for; wondering, too,
When churches will fall completely out of use
What we shall turn them into, if we shall keep
A few cathedrals chronically on show,
Their parchment, plate and pyx in locked cases,
And let the rest rent-free to rain and sheep.
Shall we avoid them as unlucky places?
ā€¦.
A serious house on serious earth it is,
In whose blent air all our compulsions meet,
Are recognized, and robed as destinies.
And that much never can be obsolete,
Since someone will forever be surprising
A hunger in himself to be more serious,
And gravitating with it to this ground,
Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,
If only that so many dead lie round. ❞
Philip Larkin, ā€œChurch Goingā€ (via thebeardedmatey)

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