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onezia:

luximy:

shoutout to Sam for letting me paint a sunset on him

i freaking love this omg can i have a boy who will let me be his canvas omg please

onezia:

luximy:

shoutout to Sam for letting me paint a sunset on him

i freaking love this omg can i have a boy who will let me be his canvas omg please

(via c-uriouser)

backpackersguidetoearth:

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I was still awake around 2AM last night, and when I looked out my bedroom window, I saw that it was an exceptionally clear night. So I decided to get my camera and tripod out and see what I could capture. They came out surprisingly well considering I live in the middle of the city and there is a lot of light pollution. Can’t wait to see the results next time I am out camping.

backpackersguidetoearth:

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I was still awake around 2AM last night, and when I looked out my bedroom window, I saw that it was an exceptionally clear night. So I decided to get my camera and tripod out and see what I could capture. They came out surprisingly well considering I live in the middle of the city and there is a lot of light pollution. Can’t wait to see the results next time I am out camping.

We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

—Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via larmoyante)

(via sadillite)

You think relationships are difficult? Try friendships. Try courting someone in order to convince them to join you in some nameless, shapeless Platonic complication — forever. Convince an adult stranger that you are worth a healthy slice of their limited time and energy without the prize of sex or romance.

—Laura Jayne Martin (via masoeuretmoi)

(Source: turquoisebeads, via yourclitoris)

nintendoodle:

black-knife:

moniquill:


Abandoned 123 year old school

For sale: totally not haunted, we promise. Like we pinky swear. No wailing child ghosts. No endless walls of text about the coming of the end times appearing on chalk boards when you turn your back. No creepy singing. Totally cool.

plant blog

this is a building not a plant

hey that’s my town i used to live there

nintendoodle:

black-knife:

moniquill:

Abandoned 123 year old school

For sale: totally not haunted, we promise. Like we pinky swear. No wailing child ghosts. No endless walls of text about the coming of the end times appearing on chalk boards when you turn your back. No creepy singing. Totally cool.

plant blog

this is a building not a plant

hey that’s my town i used to live there

(Source: stunningpicture, via lebsians)