He’ll be Back, shortly.

#100chances7313
#100happydays {

He’ll be Back, shortly.

#100chances7313
#100happydays

langleav:

If— by RUDYARD KIPLING {

langleav:

If— by RUDYARD KIPLING

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brutalgeneration:

(by emily burtner) {

brutalgeneration:

(by emily burtner)

{

(Source: dogculture2001)

It’s just us and our music.

||This is how I spell peace. This is how I protrude happiness.||
6 word poem,

Vocem (4/18/14)

#vscocam
New album. First impressions are way past “okay”. Better than expected. Thank God for ears (and the rest of human anatomy for that matter).

#100chances7313 
#100happydays {

#vscocam
New album. First impressions are way past “okay”. Better than expected. Thank God for ears (and the rest of human anatomy for that matter).

#100chances7313 
#100happydays

zepsternerd:

Andre Hamann
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zepsternerd:

Andre Hamann

foodnun:

earthnation:

this website is so toxic 

With a taste of your lips I’m on a ride

policedog:

imagine if people screamed instead of snored

andrewgiggles:

cant wait for natural selection to take out slow walkers 

brutalgeneration:

Chelsea Grin (by brookenashphotography) {

brutalgeneration:

Chelsea Grin (by brookenashphotography)

brutalgeneration:

self portrait near great basin national park (by tmo-photo)
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brutalgeneration:

self portrait near great basin national park (by tmo-photo)

kgathright:

decibelsandpaperbacks:

This week on Tumblr:

It’s a metaphor. You’re a metaphor. I’m a metaphor. Your keybord is a metaphor. Everything is a metaphor. The universe is turning into one giant metaphor on a molecular scale. Run. It’s too late.

It’s a metaphor. You sit at the keyboard on Tumblr, but you don’t post anything and give it any control over your life.

Except for cats. Always reblog cats.

(Source: little-blue-aeroplane)

Sweet

poetry-of-soul:

It’s dark and it’s dreary
on a misty moon night
Yet in your eyes 
there’s nothing but light
The wrinkles of your smile
taste like sugar cane
The smell of your skin
is a midsummer rain
Winter doesn’t seem
nearly as cold
One kiss and a car ride
my heart was sold
To a boy with blue eyes
and small dancing feet
The voice of a songbird
and lips far too sweet