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phototoartguy:

Puppy’s First Visit To The Beach Will Make All Other Dog Photos Out There Irrelevant

This little fella’s name is Champ. He’s a 9-week-old golden retriever that went to the beach for the first time in Hagar Township on Lake Michigan.

Photograher Patrick Holthof

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kusobabe:

the photoset looked so much better anyway smh

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chipss:

f-l-e-u-r-d-e-l-y-s:

Miniature Body Landscapes by Allan Teger

 
Allan Teger is an american photographer from Florida. Today we’re featuring a serie where he mixes the child side of playing with miniature toys, with the adult body. Thanks to a little bit of imagination, and some technique, it becomes really easy to transform a body into a fishing like, a golf green or a lover park.

Oh my glob

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terraes:




from my rotten body flowers will grow

and I am in them, and that is eternity

seriously my favorite gif ever

It was way back in 2005.

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itsleightaylor:

forensic-dragons:

philliptunalunatique:

jaygh4stly:

omg i was going to reblog this anyway and then motherfucking kanye appears

omfg what

Kanye makes this whole thing perfect

holy shit
alecstasy:

my anonymous friend sent me this and i thought this was really beautiful
Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
by Every Last One (Anna Quindlen)

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We are Generation X,
self medicating out of plastic baggies and cellophane burned closed.
We are Generation X,
romanticizing unhealthy relationships because our parents taught us how to read at four but forgot to show us how to love ourselves.
We are Generation X,
middle fingers in the air plastered across social media—hashtag yolo.
We are Generation X,
comparing our lovers to ocean waves that fill our lungs while our jaws were dropped at their beauty.
We are Generation X,
crimson tallies on our wrists that lie like little red flags of the places we’ve been before.
We are Generation X,
can’t name the past 15 presidents, but there’s an app for that.
We are Generation X,
glorifying mental illness to create a new personality trait.
We are Generation X,
gotta drown in debt and anxiety to climb that corporate ladder.
We are Generation X,
maximum hours on minimum wage and skipping groceries to make rent on time.
We are Generation X,
fingers down our throats to fit in the crop tops and high waisted shorts those cover girls are wearing.
We are Generation X,
taught what to think but not how.
We are Generation X,
sipping on bottles at 14 to forget the way he claimed you were the lucky one to have him forced inside of you.
We are Generation X,
can name America’s Next Top Model but not the countries our troops are fighting in.
We are Generation X,
a selfie a day keeps the self loathing away.
We are Generation X,
publicize our lives online but shiver at the only set of eyes in the mirror.
We are Generation X,
pick a life-long career at 17 but too young to declare your attraction to the same sex.
We are Generation X,
not enough time for school work but running three separate social media sites.
We are Generation X,
2.3 million dollars spent on a commercial, ‘for fifteen cents a day you can feed a needy family.’
We are Generation X,
rags to riches to a sense of entitlement.
We are Generation X,
trying to figure out why we feel so hollow come nite fall.
by (trm) Generation X (via acutelesbian)

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Sometimes I forget to listen. I forget to let a friend be. To tell their whole story and paint their full heart into the air. I’m too eager to respond with a fix, a solution, a plan. I interrupt the art. I look for a pause to jump in and offer all sorts of articulate banter, when this isn’t what they want. They just want to speak until they’re out of breath, and then meet eyes and feel like they’re okay and understood and not alone. It’s a beautiful thing, and I want to let it happen. I want to let them finish painting in their own words. And then maybe I will understand.
by J.S. (via akachristiannaa)

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koreannjesus:

Im gonna cry during the finale :(

zenalien:

illumnus:

unlovde:

tardis-are-y0u-drunk-again:

fairytalefaker:

Do you know the horrors that happened where you’re standing?

Life goes on, strange isn’t it?

goosebumps

This is so chilling but fascinating

These were just too intriguing to not reblog

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