483 notes | Posted Jun 7, 13

urhajos:

Marc Johns

344 notes | Posted Jun 7, 13

laughingsquid:

Roles Played in a Galaxy Far, Far Away

334 notes | Posted Jun 7, 13

yellingquietly Asks

love that song you have playing. i went straight to youtube to find it :). thanks for visiting my twitter.

Glad to share a good music :) Hey, your tweets are awesome!

Posted Jun 7, 13

flavorpill:


Beautiful Conceptual Still-Life Photos of Food Cut in Half

572 notes | Posted Jun 7, 13

bijoux-et-mineraux:

Oregon Contra Luz Opal with botryoidal Jasper inclusions, from Oregon

bijoux-et-mineraux:

Oregon Contra Luz Opal with botryoidal Jasper inclusions, from Oregon

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15,205 notes | Posted Jun 6, 13

A mother carried her son along the streets. I often see a mother in public transportations holds her child on her lap, keeping the kid safe, warm, and loved. It is always fascinating to see them like the little creature in her embrace is a precious treasure. Not knowing that the treasure will become a self destruct machine one day, a brain that opposes against her ideas.

A mother carried her son along the streets. I often see a mother in public transportations holds her child on her lap, keeping the kid safe, warm, and loved. It is always fascinating to see them like the little creature in her embrace is a precious treasure. Not knowing that the treasure will become a self destruct machine one day, a brain that opposes against her ideas.

Posted Jun 3, 13

I remember digging the bin, crying for a piece of paper. Mom thought it was just another trash, she didn’t know it was more than a small paper. I found it anyway. It was my Alesana ticket. This time, I failed. Again, my concert tickets ended up in the trash. By the time I wanted to search the bin, it was empty, shits moved to the public bin which located miles. Besides, what a girl could find in a freakin huge bin at 11 pm? I remember waiting for hours to buy  them treasures, or walking miles away for it with my beloved friend. These two are the only ones left. Still can’t believe I lost the things that hold my memories. A memento of the intangible.

I remember digging the bin, crying for a piece of paper. Mom thought it was just another trash, she didn’t know it was more than a small paper. I found it anyway. It was my Alesana ticket. This time, I failed. Again, my concert tickets ended up in the trash. By the time I wanted to search the bin, it was empty, shits moved to the public bin which located miles. Besides, what a girl could find in a freakin huge bin at 11 pm? I remember waiting for hours to buy them treasures, or walking miles away for it with my beloved friend. These two are the only ones left. Still can’t believe I lost the things that hold my memories. A memento of the intangible.

Posted Jun 2, 13

ruineshumaines:

Anxiety by Beethy Photography

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"And never have I felt so deeply at one and, at the same time, so detached from myself, and so present in the world."
Albert Camus  (via jonwildling)

(Source: larmoyante, via loveyourchaos)

4,037 notes | Posted Jun 1, 13

"even if I were to possess all knowledge, without love, I would be nothing, is not simply that with love, I am “something.” For in love, I also am nothing, … a Nothing humbly aware of itself, … made rich through the very awareness of its lack."
Zizek (via jujutsu-with-zizek)

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71 notes | Posted Jun 1, 13

gifmovie:

High Res Versions: Vertical / Horizontal

gifmovie:

High Res Versions: Vertical / Horizontal

84,424 notes | Posted May 24, 13

"I fear that if I let go of you, I will collapse into myself, like a dying star. It took me ten years to realize that all stars aren’t the same. And it will take me a lifetime to realise that the same such easy conclusions cannot be made about people."

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