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intershapes:

I never have time to take a nap in the afternoon. So I do this. Fake nap.

stevemccurrystudios:

The Spirit of India

“There are some parts of the world that, once visited, get into your heart and won’t go. For me, India is such a place. When I first visited, I was stunned by the richness of the land, by its lush beauty and exotic architecture, by its ability to overload the senses with the pure, concentrated intensity of its colors, smells, tastes, and sounds. It was as if all my life I had been seeing the world in black and white and, when brought face-to-face with India, experienced everything re-rendered in brilliant technicolor.”
- Keith Bellows, National Geographic


stevemccurrystudios:

Our Daily Bread

All sorrows are less with bread.
- Miguel de Cervantes

b-undt:

stockandbarrelco:

Making it a point today to make sure were not taking life too seriously! We can always find things to stress over or complain about about but amidst the blood, sweat and tears of hard work it’s important to stop and smell the roses along the way. Life’s good. #carrywell

罪人 + 情人

caseyngarner:

Summer nights

by: Casey Garner

(via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” ― Eleanor Roosevelt

(Source: iwannabuildbuildingshighforu)

"

I wake up and taste poetry in my mouth,
and that’s how I know I have
been dreaming about you again.
There are a thousand planets living in between
your eyelashes alone,
but I promise not to love you like you are my universe.
It would be dishonest,
and you probably deserve better than that.

My mother keeps asking me
why I’m peeling my lips away
to get rid of a name
I’ve never kissed,
and I still don’t have an answer for her yet.
I stopped playing piano in the seventh grade
when my hands started shaking so badly,
I thought they were drunk.
I look for you in raining sunsets
and flowers on other girl’s doorsteps
and I can’t tell if you are there or not.
I have never asked anyone to stay before,
but that doesn’t mean
I don’t cry when they leave.
I spend a lot of time writing
to people who can’t remember
the color of my eyes,
and maybe I should keep things
like that to my self.

We aren’t meant to be together
in this lifetime,
so we’ll have to try again
in the next one.
You have to promise me you’ll
be waiting
because I don’t think I can
lose you like this again.
There’s only so much poetry
I can write about your hands
before I start to forget
what your love line looks like
and where it leads to.

I’ve been telling myself this whole
time that it was leading to me.
Maybe I’ve been wrong.
Please tell me I’m not wrong.

"

- Y.Z, I am waiting for someone I met in a midnight conversation. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: rustyvoices, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

seka-seka:

132.365; this life’s supposed to be anything but boring. by sweeterchord: KatrinaDphotography on Flickr.
chaplinfortheages:

chaplinfanage:

Charlie Chaplin on the set of “city lights”, 1931.

This is the cutest photo!!!

terracompassum:

harvestheart:

Little Lost Cabin

Small Houses Swoon

notice no phone, no tv, no computer - just miles and miles of scenery and fishing

(via gentlemensmuse)

thedapperproject:

historicaltimes: Johnny Cash performing for prisoners at Folsom Prison on January 13, 1968