littlemisspoet:

awkward-therefore-sexy:

a-spoonful-of-liam:

harrysgravy-boat:

BEST ENJOYED WITH HEADPHONES

LEFT EAR: Mandarin version.

RIGHT EAR: English version.

i’m crying.

omg

This should be the national anthem of the world

^ YES

put in your headphones & listen. you will not be disappointed.

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love this song & love this graphic.

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books <3

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laugh-addict:

For them, it’s like,

“Hey bro, wanna come over?”

“Aight bro, lemme just cross the street.”

For me, it’s like,

“Hey bro, wanna come over?”

“Aight bro, lemme just cross the bridge to Terabithia, take the shortcut through Narnia, take the detour around District 12, and stop by Hogwarts to get groceries.”

obsessed :)

(via forever90s)

beckystewart8:

Mother’s Day <3

what better way to celebrate moms than with disney? <3

absolutely love this couple & this moment. :)

(via theplanlaugh)

as the sun sets and i face my last night of freshman year, i’m filled with so much emotion. it makes me realize that all i will be capable of feeling for the next few years is longing. i will always feel like something is missing.

while i’m here at school, i miss my family. i long to be with my boyfriend, my friends, my youth group, my parents, my brother, my dogs. while i’m at home, i’ll miss all of my friends and all the people i’ve been blessed to meet here at school.

it all just reminds me that this is not my home, this is not where i’ll stay forever. i’m at a point in my life that is especially transient, especially temporary. and that’s okay.

i thank God for my life today, in this moment, in this phase, in this chapter. i love it.

gabzilla-z:

jvtactics:

Jason Lee photographs his daughters pt.1.

Q: Any inspirational stories you’d like to share?
A: Well, not sure if this is inspirational or not, but I’d like to share a little bit about why and how this project came about. In 2006, my mother was diagnosed with non-hodgkins lymphoma. The girls were constantly sick, with colds and coughs so I couldn’t always bring them to visit her. I started a blog http://kristinandkayla.com as a way to keep my mom up to date with things that were going on in their lives, and hoping to cheer her up with pictures. I still try and keep it updated with photos, but it’s at a far less frequency than when I first started.

aaaw <3

so funny & cute :)

(via asthefirstswallowssang)

“Ryan Wayne White, born December 6, 1971  was an American teenager from Kokomo, Indiana, who became a national poster child for HIV/AIDS in the United States, after being expelled from middle school because of his infection. He became infected with HIV from a contaminated blood treatment and, when diagnosed in December 1984, was given six months to live. Doctors said he posed no risk to other students, but AIDS was poorly understood at the time, and when White tried to return to school, many parents and teachers in Kokomo rallied against his attendance. A lengthy legal battle with the school system ensued, and media coverage of the case made White into a national celebrity and spokesman for AIDS research and public education due to the prejudice he experienced. Surprising his doctors, White lived five years longer than predicted and died on April 8th 1990, one month prior to his high school graduation.”

this story always makes me feel ashamed of where i grew up. my alma mater was the one that made this boy feel the way he felt. i wish i could go back in time and just hug him.

(via sivadajik)

i wanted to make art today.

i wanted charcoal and paint and brushes and canvas. i had that feeling that i needed to create something, but i couldn’t. not only because i do not have charcoal and paint and brushes and canvas, but because i could not use them properly if i did. i have not mastered the art of making art…the effortlessness of taking my own thoughts and feelings and making them tangible.

i do not have charcoal and paint and brushes and canvas. i do not have a steady hand or the ability to convert the language of my mind and heart and soul into something i can see. i can only feel it.

and write. more and more, i am learning the way of making art with pen and paper. it is much easier for me to translate the blues and reds and greens of my mind and heart and soul into words. i do not know why.

i wanted to make art today, and i think that now i have.

les mis <3

whitepaperlyrics:

Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros - Home

william <3

God, make me all of these things.

(via inspiredbythisfeeling)

we sat next to pillars that were ten times our size and looked at the night sky. the pillars reminded me of the past, of history, which is probably cliche. they made me feel connected to everything the earth once was as you said that the pillars would eventually fall and become a part of the earth again.

we counted the seconds between the bright flashes of lightning-day and the deep, angry rumblings. seven miles. seven miles between us and the end. we’re not afraid to die, we said. what a liberating knowledge. maybe you’re selfish because you wouldn’t die for just anyone. maybe i’m selfish because i would.

we talked about life and purpose. i’m convinced that you’re a story. but then, so am i. everything up to now is a story, tyler says, and everything after now is a story.

i’m hoping for many more nights like that night. you know, if kindred spirits are more than just a poetic ideal and a misused nomenclature, please don’t think me too bold to say that ours are. maybe you’re one of the most important stories i’ll ever learn.