(via loveyourchaos)
On repeat
mmmmm merry christmas!
Oh my lordddd they both look stunning
(via livingvsbeingalive)
(Source: fucking-some-pictures, via livingvsbeingalive)
“Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe” - Anatole France
Mobile photo challenge:
- get in car
- drive
- be amazed and/or awe struck
- park car safely
- capture the moment
- rinse & repeat
(Source: weheartit.com)
There are people who are generic. They make generic responses and they expect generic answers. They live inside a box and they think people who don’t fit into their box are weird. But I’ll tell you what, generic people are the weird people. They are like genetically-manipulated plants growing inside a laboratory, like indistinguishable faces, like droids. Like ignorance.
Blurry
Unproductivity is my demon. Because of it, because of my complete inability to just FOCUS on getting something done, I feel like I am completely wasting my existence - from the blood pumping through me to the flow of hair coursing out of my head. I am not physically disabled. I have perfect arms and legs and hands and feet and eyes and ears. So why don’t I use them to their fullest potential? I am capable of being in perfect health, being perfectly energetic, being perfectly creative, being perfectly content with my seventeen year old existence. I need to start treating my body the way it deserves to be treated. I need to value myself as more than just a thought. All I do is think. I think I should work out today. I think I should raise my hand in class. I think I should finish this story I started. Or this painting. Or this fucking college application.
When it comes to short term things like these, I need to start making quick decisions and sticking by them. When I look back at the past few months, my memories have started to blur into one and that realization is what is causing me to put my foot down today. I won’t let my life be anything less than memorable from here on out. I want my life to be bright and colorful, with thick lines that distinguish each day from the one before it and the one after it. I won’t let the colors or the lines blend. I will be productive.
ALL I’VE WANTED THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS. Someone to wear Christmas sweaters and bake sugar cookies and drink hot chocolate and eat the marshmallows with. SOMEONE WHO’LL BE THE FINN TO MY JAKE.
(Source: feijaoeopedejoao, via thosetiredeyes)
(via welovetheoffice)
That’s the advantage of insomnia. People who go to be early always complain that the night is too short, but for those of us who stay up all night, it can feel as long as a lifetime. You get a lot done
—Banana Yoshimoto (via quercetum)
(Source: accidentalism, via trustmeimaliar)
today
i was walking with my brother and ariane on bankstreet and a man walking the other direction looked very lost. when we passed each other he asked us if we knew where grove street was. he was a strange man who looked distant and unshaven. we tried to give him directions but didn’t do that well so i asked him where he had to go. he said the address of a doctors office and that he was going there to find out if he had cancer. and a few seconds later he walked away towards his car in hopes of finding grove street, although he mentioned he’d rather be late and walk there. we said good luck and then he was gone. i guess that was pointless to type out but it’s so sad. staring at him he was so far away from us, although he was actually very close. his eyes seemed so dull and sad and numb. i hope he is ok and i wish i could have done something more. it sucks to feel hopeless and helpless and i am sorry for him.
(Source: bumperthumper)
