wickedclothes:

Crack Clear Glow In The Dark Glass Orb Necklace

This glass orb has a cracked appearance and glows bright blue when worn in the dark. The top is accented with a glow in the dark, flower-shaped bead cap. Hung on your choice of a silver-plated snake chain or an o-chain. Sold on Etsy.

(Source: wickedclothes, via 23winchester-drive)

v0lt0rb:

Giraffe near the water ~ by Damien Bapst on 500px

v0lt0rb:

Giraffe near the water ~ by Damien Bapst on 500px

(Source: octupvs, via wild-earth)

"I want my secrets back.
I want my heart back.
I want all the words I
ever wasted on you
back.

You don’t deserve them."

110/365 by (DS)

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nyphil:

How Composers Spent Their Time

These snapshots give us just a glimpse of what life was like for these towering figures of classical music. Take a look at some of the quirky, idiosyncratic doings of Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Mozart, and other geniuses of note here.

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Honesty hour

sydhatesyou:

spiritual—dreams:

spiritual—dreams:

Ask me the most random questions and i’ll answer them all :)

"Protect at all cost the friends who are surprised when you insult yourself. They see you as something better."

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Yes.

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allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Rest in peace.

allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Rest in peace.

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adriofthedead:

in between

this animation is just too cute and a great analogy for anxiety

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