"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."

— Sylvia Plath (via ohannibal)

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"For friendship is nothing but an accordance of all things divine and human with kindness and love; indeed, I know that, excepting wisdom, nothing better has been given to man by the immortal gods than this."

— Cicero, De Amicitia XX (via thoodleoo)

(via classicsenthusiast)

impaire:

It’s 1am and I have no desire to sleep or stay awake. 

(via youhadmeatafghanistanoriraq)

3.20 | 3.22

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I’m literally my own best friend like I have inside jokes with myself and sometimes I’ll think something funny and start laughing out loud at how funny I am

(Source: dallasharry, via fake-mermaid)

green-globbin:

stoner-in-disguise:

srsfunny:

Black Leopard’s Reaction When He Sees His Favorite Zoo Keeper

I want that job now.

Giant misunderstood kitties. I wonder if we approached all animals differently if they’d do the same for us.

green-globbin:

stoner-in-disguise:

srsfunny:

Black Leopard’s Reaction When He Sees His Favorite Zoo Keeper

I want that job now.

Giant misunderstood kitties. I wonder if we approached all animals differently if they’d do the same for us.

(via urbran)

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8am40smash:

beben-eleben:

Enchanting Forests In The World

Places to go in the world 🙆

(via cats--and--collarbones)

emptythingsdisguisedasme:

jess and rory | fireside by arctic monkeys

(via yeah-its-gilmore-girls)

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gilmoristic:

THIS MOMENT WAS PERFECT, AND IS FOREVER SPECIAL IN MY HEART.
This will happen in my life.  It has to.

gilmoristic:

THIS MOMENT WAS PERFECT, AND IS FOREVER SPECIAL IN MY HEART.

This will happen in my life.  It has to.

(via wearegilmore)

esneiratusfrater:

'Let it go' Parody

The sails glow black on the ocean tonight

Not a hero to be seen

A King overcome with sorrow

Flings himself into the sea

Before his son had told him with tears in his eyes

He’d defeat the beast, or at least he’d try

When he had sailed away to Crete

He met a princess called Ariadne

She fell in love and gave him string

So he could win

Minotaur

Minotaur

Seven girls and seven boys

Minotaur   

Minotaur

Soon he will be destroyed

He won’t care who he’s going to slay

Let the boat row on

Athenians never bothered him anyway

“It’s funny how some Cretians

Can marvel at my face.

So if I do this for you

Will you help me leave this place?”

He did what Ariadne’d said

He kept on walking straight ahead

And soon he found the minotaur

It roared

Minotaur

Minotaur

Not invincible to swords

Minotaur

Minotaur

Either that or tartar sauce

He fumbled around

In the dark of the maze

Let the string roll on…

He killed the minotaur with one almighty blow

But couldn’t find the string ‘cause in the fight he’d let it go (Amirite?)

He felt around to find the string and ran away

He’s never coming back

He wouldn’t find his way!

Minotaur

Minotaur

Ariadne asked for his hand

Minotaur

Minotaur

But he found her rather bland

They stopped off at Naxos

For some snacks-os

Left her sleeping there

The princess wasn’t that hot anyway

"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself."

— (via hollowstars)

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"Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst."

— Yara Bashraheel (via versteur)

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