"Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed."
Wayne Dyer (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

Chest deep, I risked my phone’s life to take this

Chest deep, I risked my phone’s life to take this

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mindlesly:

lilsprouht:

journeymancreativejournal:

Cabot - Beacon Hill, Boston MA
From the “Beacon Hill, Boston” Series, a Photographic Study of the BeaconHill Neighborhood of Boston, MA

similar here

i passed this in boston last month omg

mindlesly:

lilsprouht:

journeymancreativejournal:

Cabot - Beacon Hill, Boston MA

From the “Beacon Hill, Boston” Series, a Photographic Study of the Beacon
Hill Neighborhood of Boston, MA

similar here

i passed this in boston last month omg

liquid-lightning:

librarienne:

rose-verres:

“A three second exposure meant that subjects had to stand very still to avoid being blurred, and holding a smile for that period was tricky. As a result, we have a tendency to see our Victorian ancestors as even more formal and stern than they might have been.”

I’ve reblogged this before and I will reblog it again.

This is so great

"Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it."
ennuih:

You let your hand glide through high grass. Trying to feel what your heart can’t feel anymore.

ennuih:

You let your hand glide through high grass. Trying to feel what your heart can’t feel anymore.