@6 hours ago with 25619 notes
#I've reblogged this before #But that's okay 
@23 hours ago with 1 note

(Source: thesilencewaswarm)

@2 days ago with 224 note and 575 play
#music 

"To lay lips to the base of your neck. To knead the tips of my fingers to the palms of your hands. To enfold myself within you. My heart, and all of my affection, my thoughts, and the nature of their sentiment. As if you were a lone redwood, let my love and ideals act as the breeze parting around the notches in your bark. Let my tenderness curl between these spaces, to form unseen knots, and only to unfurl upon your solid state. You are unreal."

If I had words like this…
@3 days ago with 2 notes

Anonymous asked: A bunch of words won't help you fuckin skinny bitch

mattfromzp:

Look guy, last time I kind of lost my cool and started yelling at you so let me just break this thing down to a level you can understand.

I sleep in a pit of snakes. For breakfast, I eat a pound of scrap metal. I skip lunch to get a fresh fade, and for dinner I drink enough Mexican Coke to clean an engine. After that I floss my teeth with three or four feet of chain and then it’s back to the snake pit for some shut eye.

I’ve defended my title in every basement, backyard, and time zone in this great country. I’m battle scared and road tested.

So if you think I need “help” in a fight against you then you must not know who I am. But if you’re getting sick of words then don’t you worry because this Sunday when The Champ puts you flat on your back there are only three words in the English dictionary that you are going to hear, brother.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

@4 days ago with 89 notes

nootlife:

Even snails need an extra treat on fridays! 

@5 days ago with 139 notes

I passed beneath at least six trees that helped me think of you today.

@1 week ago with 3 notes
sakrogoat:

Yaroslav Gerzhedovich - Fallen (detail)

sakrogoat:

Yaroslav Gerzhedovich - Fallen (detail)

@1 week ago with 328 notes

benscherer:

It was Coney Island, they called Coney Island the playground of the world. There was no place like it, in the whole world, like Coney Island when I was a youngster. No place in the world like it, and it was so fabulous.

Now it’s shrunk down to almost nothing, you see.

And, uh, I still remember in my mind how things used to be, and, uh, you know, I feel very bad. But people from all over the world came here … from all over the world. It was the playground. They called it the playground of the world, over here.

Anyways, you see, I, uh, you know, I even got, when I was very small, I even got lost at Coney Island, but they found me … on the … on the beach. And we used to sleep on the beach here, sleep overnight. They don’t do it anymore. Things changed, you see. They don’t sleep anymore on the beach.”

@20 hours ago with 8 note and 18958 play
#music 

Cute girl fiend.
:+)

@1 day ago with 1 note
tvpartyorchestra:

Abstract Landscape influence by the work of Mark RothkoAlfonso Calero


As if you weren’t in my thoughts already.

tvpartyorchestra:

Abstract Landscape influence by the work of Mark Rothko
Alfonso Calero

As if you weren’t in my thoughts already.

(via movingonward)

@3 days ago with 1409 notes

http://mountsigh.tumblr.com/post/81789649219/i-learned-something-pretty-important-last-night 

mountsigh:

I learned something pretty important last night about human interaction. It turns out it’s super important to keep this in mind.
In my past, I’ve thought of myself as nine steps behind the game, regarding my self worth. That because my self worth and personality portrait were so negative and low,…

@3 days ago with 11 notes
#Gonna re blog this because I love myself 

defjux:

All along the dark and forbidden way
I can I can feel their eyes and see their arcane thrones
So between my steps I rest to gather up my strength
I must keep pushing onward
Under swirling moons and galaxies

In the presence of ancients, beckoning to me
And I fear to be their conduit and lose myself
In the shadow

Shifting path, that makes it hard to tread my way
Wastes my strength, takes my breath
For the purpose of erosion of my will to carry on
And steals the fire from my blood
Lost within the shade, I call out for a helping hand

@5 days ago with 93 note and 71 play
#music 

Radical.

@5 days ago

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@1 week ago with 146 notes