What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America (via observando)
livefortravel:

writing on european trains, one of my favorite things in life.
danstrudel:

nomorecops:

ranchdepressing:



if that mouse had pants he would shit them




the cat LUNGES at him and then just lovingly boops him omg
I am dying



Wild domesticated shit

Next time on, “I shouldn’t be alive”
be-strong-in-love:

Love is action … feelings are fickle, love is not.
The amount of hope you can give yourself by getting rid of unnecessary limitations is scary awesome. You just have to want to work.
Mike Falzone (via hopeingoodseeds)

(via marinashutup)

bluepueblo:

Dark Castle Gate, Poland
photo via astra
starmystic:

westcoast-mermaid:

NO THIS CAN NOT BE FOR REAL

Woah
thefingerfucker:

समुद्र तट on Flickr.
from my trip to the beach
Consider that you radiate. At all times. Consider that what you’re feeling right now is rippling outward into a field of is-ness that anyone can dip their oar into. You are felt. You are heard. You are seen. If you were not here, the world would be different. Because of your presence, the universe is expanding.
(via the-universal-skeptic)

(Source: vijara, via indarknessdwells)

ns921002:

heard you were talkin shit