Blues and Trouble
If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.

Frank Zappa (via kushandwizdom)

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trvl:

greed:

 

fantasticarepickles:


this makes my heart ache

Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.



Keep growing those tender thoughts, because they make the world a more beautiful and loving place.

trvl:

greed:

 

fantasticarepickles:

this makes my heart ache

Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.

Keep growing those tender thoughts, because they make the world a more beautiful and loving place.

2007excalibur2007:

scooblee:

chaofanatic:

brook:

halcy:

uh oh [x]

it’s time

Oh god dammit.

Not quite sure I’m following what’s going on, so tell me, what’s so bad about this?

Real love is not based on attachment, but on altruism.
Dalai Lama (via liebling-schatz)
thetypewronger:

“
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
”—Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit

thetypewronger:

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

”—Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit

mybagendinsidethetardis:

Gandalf the Grey by Leone-art

raianxionsin:

raianxionsin:

Take my advice, date someone who liked Digimon better than Pokemon as a kid.

Digimon was all about having one great partner was versatile and was with you until the very end.

Pokemon was all about “I’mma get all the bitches and Flex better than anybody.”

When you wonder why ya nigga cheat stop and ask yourself.

Like ya’ll think I’m playing,

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But I’m 3000% dead ass

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Some of the worst mistakes in my life were haircuts
Jim Morrison (via purplebuddhaproject)

wildwesjames:

Today is September 4th 2014. It has now been 8 years since the death of one of my greatest heroes.Steven Robert Irwin. In that time, and unlike what my comforting mother, and friends assured me, it has not become easier. In the years since his passing I have watched as animal media feed into the hands of the uneducated, sensationalist, and often even cruel TV show hosts only content in showcasing the brutality, and deadly aspects of wildlife. I have seen no one step up to the plate, no one fill that void he left in the world. Consider this an open letter, to all those as tragically in love with the natural world as I. Get out there, be loud, show your self and your love to the world, educate, experience, and just and just freaking live. We are but one species on what may be the most biodiverse planet in the universe. So get up, and make some damn noise, lose the fear, and show them what you love.

       "Because people want to save, the things that they love."

             We all miss you mate.