Break the Monotony

I found this camera on the subway and look what was inside…

folie-a-ducks:

lualmu:

the-angels-take-asgard:

avis-meum:

thatsnotwatyourmomsaid:

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I would marry this man

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(via idkwhattoputhere22)

“Don’t call me more than once, you hear me?
When you do, I’ll hear it ring and I’ll let it go.
Don’t forget to leave a message. Breathe
so the static catches onto your lungs and
makes that silvery rasp I love.

Tell the silence you need me. Tell it you’ll be fine
if I don’t need you back. Tell it you remember
the way I smoked like everyone was watching,
like every kiss was the one before quitting.
Tell it you miss me. Tell it you’re not lying.
Stop when the beep sounds.”

—   Ramna Safeer, Instructions For Him (via larmoyante)

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juliawiinchester:

muirin007:

rainbowsmudge:

deanwinchestersshortshorts:

ys-ella:

maestremadness:

my-british-soul:

lado-sur:

renal-agenesis:

The Game of Life.

oh my god

what an interesting way to look at things.

lifes a gamble

and death always wins

because death has nothing to lose

wow.

Or maybe because Death’s a cheating whore look at that fuck hiding cards under his bony ass

HO GAWD

Hands down, one of my favorite pieces ever.

You can’t cheat death.. But that doesn’t mean death can’t cheat you

(via pipeynabeths)

“…I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.”

—   Anne Sexton; from a letter dated April 1959 in Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters (via ohfairies)

(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything, via 2amconversations)

“One by one I drowned all the people I’d been.”

—   Conor Oberst   (via losed)

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“We work hard to disown the parts of our lives that were painful, difficult, or sad. But just as we can’t rip chapters out of a book and expect the story to still make sense, so we cannot rip chapters out of our past and expect our lives to still make sense. Keep every chapter of your life intact, and keep on turning the pages. Sooner or later you’ll understand why every scene, every chapter was needed.”

—   Sandra Kring   (via 17kid)

(Source: internal-acceptance-movement, via 2amconversations)

“1. I’m 17 and I’m in a state of perpetual state of heartbreak and my lungs are black from cigarette smoke 2. I’m 17 and I’m paralyzed at the thought of having a future and my iron wrists have bled rust for the past 4 years 3. I’m 17 and I’m an insomniac whose eyes are bruised black and blue and my heart aches with every waking moment 4. I’m 17 and I’m full to the brim with shards of shattered dreams and my words often get stuck in my throat choking me 5. I’m 17 and I’m acting as if I don’t need anyone but I need you and my escape is into the pages of love sick poetry 6. I’m 17 and I’m longing to be buried at the roots of an elm tree and my bones are bruised from beatings I give myself after every mistake 7. I’m 17 and I’m learning about life still so be kind and my soul still has some searching to do”

—   7 Things About Being 17-by (N.I.)

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eclecticwiccan:

I feel like I need to reblog this repeatedly to emphasize its truth because it speaks to me

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wolfenguy:

communistbakery:

astronomers got tired after watching the moon go around the earth for 24 hours so they decided to call it a day

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50kwatch:

u know what the worst thing about being a girl is… is when another girl asks u for a hair tie, but its ur last one, but u can’t say u don’t have one because she knows its on ur wrist, so u give it to her, and then she says “oh i’ll give it back!” knowing damn well she won’t, and u sit there sad because now you have to go buy another pack of hair ties that u know ur gonna lose by the end of the month

(Source: kev1ndurant, via blopt)