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wallflowerbloom:

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

(via jynx-ashee)

"And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep. If you need to cry I will not wipe your tears away because you are only human and sometimes tears are as close to laughter as you can get and that’s okay. If you get sleepy I will let you drool on my arm and I won’t laugh at you if you snore too loud. If you need to yell so hard that your voice cracks and your knees fail I will hold you up and yell with you. If you get so angry you punch your hands red I will ice your knuckles and tell you that wounds heal both inside and out, and just like the cold that is harsh and burning, I will always be the warmth to soothe you and make you feel better. I will love you."

— lntroductions (via exoticwild)

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Somewhere

Somewhere, you are dreaming.
Somewhere, your thoughts are of another time and place, a future full of hope, and happiness, and love, and I am your dream.

Somewhere between the ocean and the sky, are you and I.
Maybe someday we will meet.

We will go somewhere where there are starlit heavens, and the reflections of their light are found within our eyes to be a twinkling, uncertain, and breathtaking light, but a natural one.

And we’ll be happy, because we’re supposed to be.

And maybe it will last.

Maybe the starlight will stay forever, and the heat of the sun will never come to burn our open, wide, starry eyes,

Or, if it did, maybe we would go somewhere else instead.

Maybe the starlight could stay, if we fled.

myartexperiments:

Happy Earth Day

myartexperiments:

Happy Earth Day

(via tomato-desu)

"This song makes me feel like I’m in Paris, walking through a park in the rain, and I’m smiling because it is only a drizzle, nothing more. I’m smiling because I’m alive, and surrounded by beauty; I’m smiling because I have been in many storms, and therefore I am not afraid of a little rain. It’s funny what a song can make you feel."

— Singinsecret.tumblr.com

saveme-amazeme:

 

wet-chrome:

I always feel like I should apologize for my personal posts, but then I realize that I have Ultimate Blog Power. I can write an essay about how sad I am and then post ten pictures of dogs rollerblading. You can’t stop me.

(via thisisbullcrap)

older-and-far-away:

kirbomatic:

happy earth day friends

this is…the best possible use of this particular gif. 

older-and-far-away:

kirbomatic:

happy earth day friends

this is…the best possible use of this particular gif. 

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Strawberries with lightly sweetened greek yogurt dipping sauce, and “real chicken” nuggets in buffalo/greek yogurt dipping sauce. And my healthy beverage of chocolate milk. Not a word. 
#healthy #ish #food #Not GlutenFreeToday

Strawberries with lightly sweetened greek yogurt dipping sauce, and “real chicken” nuggets in buffalo/greek yogurt dipping sauce. And my healthy beverage of chocolate milk. Not a word.
#healthy #ish #food #Not GlutenFreeToday

"There are some that only employ words for the purpose of disguising their thoughts."

— Voltaire  (via rampias)

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foxgrl:

I wish none of you were sad

(via pizza)

nevver:

Free Speech

theangelshaveteslasatncis:

folie-a-killjoy:

eli-manning:

gurry:

Aren’t we all internet explorers?

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do you mean we all run slow and people don’t like us?

thats exactly what we are

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