nubbsgalore:

astrophotography by david lane in utah’s bryce canyon national park and capital reef national park, colorado’s fish creek falls, and yellowstone national park

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stankonia:

Method Man teaching the lesson.

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bollymunster:

stoneybarbie:

astral-nexus:

thinkdream-love:

http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/3188236

Most accurate visual representation of psychedelics I’ve ever fucking seen.

^^^^^^

Oh god I love

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thatisludicrous:

castiels-celestiel-dick:

vinegod:

Some people say I look like this guy by MrLegenDarius

jfc

OH MY GOD YES

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Brilliant short story about love:

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups, and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard.

As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt tug on his overalls. … He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat of the back of his neck, "these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. “I’ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”

"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. "Here Dolly!" he called.

Out from the doghouse and down ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.

The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed
something else stirring inside the doghouse.

Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller.

Down the ramp it slid. Then in a awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up….

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and said, “Son, you don’t want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.

Looking back up at the farmer, he said, “You see sir, I don’t run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.”

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.

"How much?" asked the little boy.

"No charge," answered the farmer, "There’s no charge for love."

She was the kind of girl who no one really noticed at first. She’d sit there quietly without a sound and if you said hi you’d be lucky to get a smile and a nod.

But if you looked closely, you would notice her fingers tapping on the desk, playing an imaginary piano. You would hear her humming under her breath, just loud enough to orchestrate an entire symphony for one and avoid the ‘what are you singing?’.

And if you asked her what she thought of ‘that film’ you’d probably end up talking to yourself, because she would much rather you ask her opinion on the creation of the universe or how war and poverty are justified.

In fact, she didn’t so mind that no one noticed her, because when she was loud the ground trembled beneath her feet and the mountains echoed her roar.

Her loudness wasn’t something everyone could handle, so when he walked up to her and they began talking about the world in all its wonder, her heart gave a little sigh, as if to say “Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #30 (via blossomfully)

Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.

Lemony Snicket (via sherlocks)

Utrecht, the Netherlands (c)

(Source: transsexualtransylvania)

Dear Angela,

I know in the past I’ve caused you pain and I’m sorry. And I’ll always be sorry ‘till the day I die. And I hate this pen I’m holding because I should be holding you. I hate this paper in my hand because it isn’t you. I even hate this letter because it’s not the whole truth. Because the whole truth is so much more than a letter can even say. If you want to hate me, go ahead. If you want to burn this letter, do it. You could burn the whole world down; you could tell me to go to hell. I’d go if you wanted me to. And I’d send you a letter from there.

Sincerely,
Jordan Catalano

My So Called Life (via wordsthat-speak)

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scribblingbearcat:

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sandandglass:

President Barack Obama at the White House Correpondents’ Dinner. 

OBAMA HAS TOTALLY STOPPED GIVING A FUCK AND IT’S THE GREATEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN

this shit was brutal

is he even real

Dude isn’t even close to playing around oh my god

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vickikay:

HUVr introduces the new hoverboard to be released in December 2014 [x]

THIS IS NOT A TEST!!! REPEAT THE FUTURE IS NOW!!!

(via newsweek)

The Cuban delegation extends greetings to the peoples of Southern Rhodesia and South-West Africa, oppressed by white colonialist minorities; to the peoples of Basutoland, Bechuanaland, Swaziland, French Somaliland, the Arabs of Palestine, Aden and the Protectorates, Oman; and to all peoples in conflict with imperialism and colonialism. We reaffirm our support to them. I express also the hope that there will be a just solution to the conflict facing our sister republic of Indonesia in its relations with Malaysia.”
Those who kill their own children and discriminate daily against them because of the colour of their skin; those who let the murderers of Blacks remain free, protecting them, and furthermore punishing the Black population because they demand their legitimate rights as free men — how can those who do this consider themselves guardians of freedom? We understand that today the assembly is not in a position to ask for explanations of these acts. It must be clearly established, however, that the government of the United States is not the champion of freedom, but rather the perpetuator of exploitation and oppression against the peoples of the world and against a large part of its own population.”

Che Guevara - http://cheguevarasiempre.gportal.hu/gindex.php?pg=36226702&nid=6486631 (via chemenna)

bobbycaputo:

The Faces of Homelessness | Jan Banning

Jan Banning began photographing homeless people in 2010, during an artist residency in the City of Columbia, South Carolina. He decided to capture these faces to humanize the homeless, and now presents a book “Down and Out in the South”