grett:

clément by michel nguie on Flickr.
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12 Oct 14 at 12 am
Dead Poets Society (1989)

Robin Williams, you changed the world. Rest in peace.

(Source: phoebe-buffays, via do-what-y0u-desire)


Dead Poets Society (1989)


Robin Williams, you changed the world. Rest in peace.
brightlightsloudnoises:

passionateloveroflife:

it’s the daydreams that wake me from the nightmares

young and Paperback Heart by Bill Winchester (brightlightsloudnoises) on Amazon.com

brightlightsloudnoises:

everyone’s in love with you
so I pretend I’m not

I know that if I
climb into
the competition for
your arms
that
I will slip through
them

that I will
become another face
in a fawning
crowd

another promise
in a feast of promises.

I have stretched
and strangled
my heart
into
shapes
that
cannot hold
you

so that one day
maybe
I can hold you
myself.

brightlightsloudnoises:

we were really good;

we tried to find poems,
songs about us
but they failed,
they weren’t even close,

and there was a lot
to celebrate in that,
there was success in
their failure
and we
drank to
that

too much

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09 Oct 14 at 11 pm

eartheld:

coffeentrees:

Photo by @argonautphoto (Aaron Huey) on assignment in #DenaliNationalPark. This is a stare-down that I did NOT win. #Grizzly by natgeo

mostly nature

(via californiaisonfire)

eartheld:

coffeentrees:

Photo by @argonautphoto (Aaron Huey) on assignment in #DenaliNationalPark. This is a stare-down that I did NOT win. #Grizzly by natgeo

mostly nature
pinktigar:

http://pinktigar.tumblr.com/

mychemicalfrerardromance:

Dear My Chemical Romance,

I know that I can’t make you stAY
*throws table* bUT WHERES YoUR HEART *sets tree on fire* BUT WHERES YOUR HEART *jumps off building* BUT WHERES YOUR-AND I KNOW THERES NOTHING I CAN SAY *bombs city* TO CHANGE THAT PART *bulldozers own house* TO CHANGE THAT PART *stabs neighbor* TO CHAAAAANNNGGGEEEE *breaks down crying*

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07 Oct 14 at 10 am

there and back again, n.m.h.  (via running-from-infinity)

(via flaws-and-allll)

"

i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

"