rainydaysandblankets:

darkeningx:

blua:

Sigur Ros concert in the mountains photographed by Taylor Echo

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

^

enayalate-h8-with-fireworks:

timothydelaghetto:

kindof-interesting:

Photographer’s girlfriend leads him around the world

Man I’ve reblogged this like 3 times already.. I never do that. But I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, SON!

wow, this is amazing

the-chubby-nerd:

I don’t care who you fucking think you are
If a kid wants to show you something they’re proud of, you better fucking act impressed
I don’t care if it’s a small score on a video game or a piece of art made of nothing but blue paint or even a fucking fake burp
You better fucking act like you just saw Jesus materialize out of thin air.

You’re under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago.
(via wethinkwedream)
[tw: domestic violence/abuse]

The other question everybody asks is, why doesn’t she just leave? Why didn’t I walk out? I could have left any time. To me, this is the saddest and most painful question that people ask, because we victims know something you usually don’t: It’s incredibly dangerous to leave an abuser. Because the final step in the domestic violence pattern is kill her. Over 70 percent of domestic violence murders happen after the victim has ended the relationship, after she’s gotten out, because then the abuser has nothing left to lose. Other outcomes include long-term stalking, even after the abuser remarries; denial of financial resources; and manipulation of the family court system to terrify the victim and her children, who are regularly forced by family court judges to spend unsupervised time with the man who beat their mother. And still we ask, why doesn’t she just leave?
“Why domestic violence victims don’t leave” -  Leslie Morgan Steiner  (via eaaao)
If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.
A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner  (via funpoolparty)
I cannot stand small talk, because I feel like there’s an elephant standing in the room shitting all over everything and nobody is saying anything. I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party.

The Mental Illness Happy Hour by Paul Gilmartin (via mayraq)

Forever my favorite quote.

(via kaitmpayne)

newfreshstart2013:

check this out!!