"对不起, 让你遇上了我
I’m sorry that you met me."
— (via 0w0b)

(Source: translated-feels)

"An entire sea of water can’t sink a ship unless it gets inside the ship. Similarly, the negativity of the world can’t put you down unless you allow it to get inside you."
— Goi Nasu (via zubat)

(Source: the-healing-nest)

gallifreyanpanicmoon:

This guy has achieved more with a webcam and his dog than I ever have in my life.
gallifreyanpanicmoon:

This guy has achieved more with a webcam and his dog than I ever have in my life.
gallifreyanpanicmoon:

This guy has achieved more with a webcam and his dog than I ever have in my life.
gallifreyanpanicmoon:

This guy has achieved more with a webcam and his dog than I ever have in my life.
gallifreyanpanicmoon:

This guy has achieved more with a webcam and his dog than I ever have in my life.
gallifreyanpanicmoon:

This guy has achieved more with a webcam and his dog than I ever have in my life.
gallifreyanpanicmoon:

This guy has achieved more with a webcam and his dog than I ever have in my life.
gallifreyanpanicmoon:

This guy has achieved more with a webcam and his dog than I ever have in my life.
gallifreyanpanicmoon:

This guy has achieved more with a webcam and his dog than I ever have in my life.

gallifreyanpanicmoon:

This guy has achieved more with a webcam and his dog than I ever have in my life.

(Source: supostos)

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #756 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

I want fireworks from mountaintops and lightning from windowsills.  I want lazy board games where rules forget to matter and I want shouting matches over important things.  I want a passion that burns through us and sets the sheets on fire.  I want to wake up covered in soot from the night before.  I want a hand to catch my head when my eyes fill up with water, and I want fingers to find my shoulders when the weight of a lifetime feels too heavy from time to time.  I want to be the tireless palms that rub the aches from your flesh and the kiss on the forehead after you fall asleep from it.  I want the steering wheel cold in my hands on the start of a morning road trip far from here and I want to be the sound of your legs stretching when we stop for gas.  I want the photos of every sign at the border of every state and I want my fingers slightly stained with the stamps from every visa in our passports.  I want the odor of strange food that snakes its way down long streets and the sound of boots on cobblestone and clay.

Part Two.

"I wanna make love to your soul, that’s how deep I wanna go."
"You insult me
as if the worst names
haven’t come out of my
own mouth before.
But you could never
hate me as much as I
once hated myself.
Go ahead,
keep your tongue
heavy. I have already
survived the worst."
Can You Taste The Self-Loathing In This Poem | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

freahk:

glow

(Source: hqlines)

(Source: gifmovie)

so-personal:

everything personal♡

(Source: may-contain-human-flesh)

(Source: lostcore)

  1. Camera: Canon EOS 550D
  2. Aperture: f/3.5
  3. Exposure: 1/30th
  4. Focal Length: 27mm