fireseason:

Blossoming Almond Tree
by Vincent van Gogh, 1890

ughjohnwatson:

do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general

(Source: inactive-ughjohnwatson, via thecorokes)

stilesgame:

It bugs me when people are unnecessarily mean. Like, you didn’t have to make that comment. You could have just kept your mouth shut and left that person not feeling bad about themselves. What do you gain from making someone else feel like shit? Nothing of substance. Maybe a fleeting moment of power but that’s gone as soon as it comes so why? There’s enough unhappiness in the world without you adding to it.

(Source: spookyginnys, via asphaltrocker)

lana-grant-may:

carry-on-my-wayward-nun:

p1ants:

i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.

That’s one of the most uplifting things I’ve read

This needs to get passed around more

(Source: artfucker1996, via iixvvi)

jesycurves:

I’m so happy this picture exists

danielkanhai:

my idea of wealth has changed. when i was little i’d dream about living in a giant mansion with like a tennis court and a bowling alley and an indoor swimming pool and all other sorts of sports things i’d never use. now when i fantasize i’m like, “maybe someday i’ll be able to rent a one bedroom apartment and live there alone.”

(via i-zyl)


Vincent Van Gogh - Blossoming Almond Tree

citgo:

so about my huge ass dick

(via teamrocketing)

pray-for-waves:

beexgood:

I often romanticize about these types of train rides.

I want to look at this for forever