earthy-soul:

dream-insilk:

foreheadxkisses:

Body comparisons. 

this makes me feel alive

EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED

(via peace-love-hippieness)

"Good people are like candles; they burn themselves up to give others light."

Turkish Proverb (via perfect)

(Source: rad-rainbows, via perfect)

"You should not
have to rip yourself
into pieces to keep
others whole."

i am seeing less and less of you, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

(via cosmic-carlie)

officiallanaa:

illvillainz:

hiiipowerh3:

cruelladetrillaa:

Haitian woman defending her son in the Dominican Republic.

This picture is raw

damn this woman is a strong mother fucking person power to the people


This is what we’re supposed to do

officiallanaa:

illvillainz:

hiiipowerh3:

cruelladetrillaa:

Haitian woman defending her son in the Dominican Republic.

This picture is raw

damn this woman is a strong mother fucking person
power to the people

This is what we’re supposed to do

(via letsbeflowerchildren)

misspennygoodman:

having 0 idea what to do with your life really sucks.

"where the weed"

3 word poem (via sloppy)

(Source: jewist, via macintaylorgang)

hendrixification:

iamsherlokid:

highonvodka:

themixedbagofspooky:

spoopy-len-in-a-dress:

riningear:

doryishness:

displaced-angel:

ryedragon:

inritum:

reblog and make a wish!this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

YOOOOOOO
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

So last time I reblogged this I met Tom Hiddleston within the month…

thIS SHIT WORKS
IT DOES

hendrixification:

iamsherlokid:

highonvodka:

themixedbagofspooky:

spoopy-len-in-a-dress:

riningear:

doryishness:

displaced-angel:

ryedragon:

inritum:

reblog and make a wish!


this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

So last time I reblogged this I met Tom Hiddleston within the month…

thIS SHIT WORKS

IT DOES

(via paul-mcslutney)

gothsportscore:

i don’t want to be a part of a college system where plagiarism is a worse crime than rape

(via finding-our-way)

aureat:

You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you

aureat:

You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you

(Source: sudeikat, via finding-our-way)

ozonebabys-temple:

The hippies were right

On August 15, 1969, 45 years ago today,  nearly half a million people flocked near White Lake, New York for “three days of peace and music.” The Woodstock festival was heralded as one of the most pivotal turning points in culture. The festival was a huge concert event that featured some of the world’s top musicians. And the ways in which Woodstock changed culture forever show just how important the festival was to society…The Woodstock American counterculture of the 1960s and early 1970s term is often interchangeable with ’ the hippie’s, although the latter term is sometimes used as an oath of derision. The characteristic traits of members of the Woodstock Nation include, but are not limited to, concern for the environment, embracing of left-wing political causes and issues allied to a strong sense of political activism, eschewing of traditional gender roles, vegetarianism, and enthusiasm for the music of the period. ……….

1 Make love, not war. It’s a cliché, but it’s as sensible as anything anyone ever said anywhere. The Vietnam of the past is the Iraq of the present. We’re still at war, and would prefer not to be.
2 Natural foods are a way of life, not a lifestyle. Natural foods are not a fad diet. When people eat natural foods, and eat slow food and cook at home, those people enjoy better health. We know that people are committed to eating healthy, natural food because Outpost owners stick around, even during a recession.
Buying bulk saves money & the planet. “Unpackaged,” a new store in London recently opened its doors, marketing itself on this premise: customers buy empty containers, fill them in the store and return to re-fill them when they are empty. This keeps prices down, and keeps bottles out of landfill. We agree, and it’s why we’ve been offering bulk grains, soup, tea and spices for decades.
4 Pesticides are harmful. We instinctively know this. A pesticide kills bugs, so why would we want to eat it?
Cooperation is better than corporation. It works for Outpost, of course, but consider others. Think about the recession. Think about the banks. Then think about the credit unions. The credit unions fared better because of their cooperative, less risky business model.
Knowing where your food comes from makes sense. “Know your farmer, know your food,”. Whether it was a slogan on a sandwich board in 1973 or a clever piece of copywriting out of Washington , the fact remains that consumers are less likely to suffer from food-borne illnesses if they know where their food comes from. This isn’t just about touchy-feely community relations. Recall the October New York Times article exposing how ground beef products can be made up of different cuts of meat from different slaughterhouses — impossible to trace. The reporter told the story of dance instructor Stephanie Smith, whose E.coli-tainted hamburger meat put her in a coma for nine weeks. How can we keep food safe when we don’t know where it came from? We can’t.
Herbs are nature’s pharmacy. If a natural remedy can cure what ails you, why use anything else?
8 Logo t-shirts are cool. Just ask Alterra or Milwaukee’s Teecycle Tim, who runs a business selling vintage logo shirts.
So are Red Wing boots with vibram soles. It’s how you wear ‘em.
10 Freedom. People everywhere just want to be free.
11 Yoga. People everywhere 
just want to be flexible, 
strong, calm and pretty.
12 Composting. Even hip NYC urbanites are composting in their teeny kitchens these days. And the mayor of 
San Francisco made it a rule. If you don’t compost your food scraps, they smack your legs. Of course, San Francisco officials are now coming under attack for supplying residents with toxic composting material, so I guess they’re the ones getting their legs smacked. Lesson learned: It pays to research your compost.
13  Fair trade. It’s only fair.
14 Collecting rainwater. While this is outlawed in some western states, this makes common sense here. Protect that lake, people!
15  Growing our own food. There’s an amazing amount of satisfaction to be gained from eating food you grew out of your own spot of earth.
16  Meditation. This is going to keep on growing in popularity. We are information-saturated; imagine being able to empty your mind!
17 Joplin,Hendrix, Dylan the Stones and the Beatles.
Love them or not, there’s no denying the influence.
18 Community works.
Small-based businesses coming together as a community have pooled their talents and resources to promote themselves, each other, the city and the shop local ethos.

(via grateful-sounds)

"

THIS IS HOW A POET FINDS YOU:

withering, wilting, drooping

shrunken as a head

laden with loathing

and lacking love.

THIS IS HOW I FIND YOU:

laying on your bed

holding wuthering heights

with discarded sushi at your feet

and tears at your mouth

and if i were to ask you

which tasted better

i bet you’d say

the sushi.

because why the fuck

would tears taste better than california rolls

and soy sauce.

fucking poets.

THIS IS WHAT A POET SAYS TO YOU:

delia, you’re injured

beyond repair

cracked and creased

like an old teacup

only a gentle graze and grasp can mend you

and you are so beautiful

sitting here

doused in the shadows of a thousand

creeks and whistles

i see you

and someone else will too

they will love you

and they will graze and grasp at you

and they will mend you.

THIS IS WHAT I SAY TO YOU:

delia, you look like shit

you don’t look beautiful

with a pair of glasses made of mascara

and a worn version of wuthering heights

shoved under your sheets

you don’t look beautiful waiting to be saved.

you look beautiful

when you snap your chopsticks at me

you look beautiful

when you read books you love

not books you’re told to love

you look beautiful

with glasses made of eyelashes

and lenses the color of green ice

[your eye color]

you look beautiful

when there’s sweat collecting at your forehead

you look beautiful

when there’s grass matted to your cleats

you look beautiful

dearest delia,

not when you’re waiting

broken and busted

but when you’re advancing

whole and unabridged.

you look most beautiful

when you replace those worry lines

from the boy who broke you so

with laugh lines.

you look most beautiful

when you fix yourself

before my very eyes.

you look most beautiful

when you pick up that sushi

and hold it out to me.

and you look most beautiful

when you snap your chopsticks at my face

when you throw your head back

and shoot your laughter up at the sky.

i fucking see you, delia.

and i think you’re beautiful

splayed across your bed

smiling and grinning and smirking

and

holding a seinfeld box set

up to my face.

your sadness is not an accessory

but your smile is

and i swear to god

i’d sling it across my face

every day if i could.

so dearest delia,

might i suggest

wearing that skyward thing around your lips

more often

than you wear

that sleeve of tears.

[tears are so last fall, anyway]

i smile

and

grin

and

smirk

and turn my face to you

and say,

"fuck poets."

and you look at me

funnily

and say

with the utmost solemnity,

"i don’t know … i kinda like them."

fucking poets.

"

THIS IS HOW YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL, DEAREST DELIA

     [or, alternatively entitled: "fucking poets"

     [elisa wrote this because she doesn’t think sadness was or ever should be “in”].

     [and there are probably others out there who agree with her].

(via georgiemccool)

I LOVE THIS

(via arabellashigh)

(via close-enoughtobeyourghost)

frenchfryaccordion:

evienator:

octoberrainfall252:

Not taking any chances

I scrolled past this and the guilt was too much

cant afford to tae this chance. literally i cant afford to fail these classes and have to take them over again…

frenchfryaccordion:

evienator:

octoberrainfall252:

Not taking any chances

I scrolled past this and the guilt was too much

cant afford to tae this chance. literally i cant afford to fail these classes and have to take them over again…

(via jennifer-gentle)

turkeyinacan:

shoutout to people working weekends and overnights and overtime, people working in hospitality and retail and food service, who are sacrificing time with their loved ones, so fuckers with weekday desk jobs get to live comfortably with the amenities we provide while simultaneously shitting all over us for not getting “real jobs”

(via ralphwigguum)