Angus & Julia Stone Big Jet Plane (acoustic)
Angus & Julia Stone
Big Jet Plane (acoustic)

I wanna hold her, I wanna kiss her
She smelled of daisies, she smelled of daisies
She drive me crazy, she drive me crazy

nothumanapproval:

ultraraw:

urbanreading:

Being haunted by desire of authenticity I take stealthy photos sometimes. I am interested to know how people read when they think nobody’s looking. The world surely does not exist for them at that moment.

I really like this

hes adorable 

online:

when the PE teacher makes you run

image

fangirlingdragon:

cutestmoose:

iwishtoreportaburglary:

thefamilyphantom:

ihaveanarmy-wehaveatimelord:

karen-valentine:

chianina:

heyfunniest:


Someone get this guy a fucking medal.

They made birth control for men. However it never got past the clinical testing stage because its side effects were things like “moodiness, extreme cramping, hunger, increased sexual drive” and were considered INHUMANE.

what the fuck do they think women go through every goddamn month seriously

I’M SORRY MEN CAN’T HANDLE MENSTRATION

men are pussies

Men are not pussies because they can’t handle having one

men are penises

the post was amazing and the comments made it better.
nathanielatakora:

Four years ago I started my blog and began to work at the art of photography. I never dreamt I would become so passionate about it. I never dreamt this art could take me around the world or be the catalyst to new friendships. More than that photography has fostered a sense of adventure and wonder that I doubt could have ever surfaced had it not become one of my foremost pursuits. It awakened a desire for me to see and collect light from every corner of my life. It changed how I see everything.
It seems to me that I have become more connected with the permanent things in this life: a bible, a rugged path, a mountain top, folk music and strong words. And though photographs in the grand scheme of things are temporary, they bring a permanence to moments otherwise lost in a cloud of memory. These images serve as anchors, pillars for my story, and they can bring me back to the times that mean the most to me in an instant. They become like forceps, delicately pulling every memory, every detail into the front of my mind, so I can recall them precisely as I should.

kauvera:

supernatural-aka-tearsandgay:

wiener-cest:

demeaniac:

STOP SCROLLING

straighten your back, mate

NOW GO ON

woah thanks i really needed that today

tumblr user demeaniac doing little favors for tumblr one post at a time

FUCK THIS POST HAS SHOWED UP LIKE 10 TIMES TODAY AND I HAVE BEEN HUNCHED OVER EVERY FUCKING TIME

PLEASE KEEP THIS GOING it is the best reminder for me ever and I always need it omg

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.