15th May 2013

Photoset reblogged from How can we know anything is real? with 73 notes

justtoast:

Hilarious Halifax harbour

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15th May 2013

Photo reblogged from Writers Will Relate with 131 notes

amandaonwriting:

Write Like a Girl Post Card

amandaonwriting:

Write Like a Girl Post Card

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15th May 2013

Photo reblogged from Your Hand In Mine with 5,165 notes

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14th May 2013

Photo reblogged from Writers Will Relate with 67 notes

lululovesxo:

This will be my area in my future home❤❤❤

lululovesxo:

This will be my area in my future home❤❤❤

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14th May 2013

Photo reblogged from BijouxNoir with 197 notes

13th May 2013

Photo reblogged from C'est La Vie with 93,004 notes

ind1go-child:

I reblog this too much, only because too many people don’t think like this.

ind1go-child:

I reblog this too much, only because too many people don’t think like this.

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13th May 2013

Quote reblogged from In Rhapsodies of Wanderlust with 3,141 notes

I. Those of us born by water are never afraid enough of drowning. Bruises used to trophy my knees from my death-defying tree climb jumps. Growing up, my backyard was a forest of blackberry bushes. I learned early nothing sweet will come to you unthorned.

II. At twelve your body becomes a currency. So Jenny and I sat down and cut up all our clothes into nothing. That year I failed math class but knew the exact number of calories in a carrot stick. I learned early being desired goes hand in hand with hunger.

III. The last time I tried to scream I felt my father climbing up through my throat and into my mouth.

IV. There is a certain kind of girl who reads Lolita at fourteen and finds religion. I painted my eyes black and sucked barroom cherries to red my tongue. There was a boy who promised Judas really did love Jesus. I learned early every kiss and betrayal are up for interpretation.

V. I think he must have conferenced with my nightmares on exactly how to hurt me.

VI. He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.
Clementine von Radics, ”In Defense of Loving Him (after Megan Falley)” (via lifeinpoetry)

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11th May 2013

Photo reblogged from teeny yogini with 120 notes

for-life-is-not-a-paragraph:

herb garden mid-kitchen

for-life-is-not-a-paragraph:

herb garden mid-kitchen

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11th May 2013

Photo reblogged from Your Hand In Mine with 9,110 notes

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11th May 2013

Photo reblogged from rhapsody with 1,646 notes

evocativesynthesis:

This is an abandoned railway station in Abkhazia, former Russian territory. It stays untouched since the collapse of USSR – the railway connection of Abkhazia and Russia stopped and railway station left out of demand so nature could take over the left-overs of Soviet architecture. (via English Russia)

evocativesynthesis:

This is an abandoned railway station in Abkhazia, former Russian territory. It stays untouched since the collapse of USSR – the railway connection of Abkhazia and Russia stopped and railway station left out of demand so nature could take over the left-overs of Soviet architecture. (via English Russia)

Source: englishrussia.com