sperklefert:

ittybitty-machine:

50flightsofstrong:

xxunlovelyxx:

asanaambitions:

therealcoleyy:

nachtbilder:

Justin Bartels - Impression (2012)

I can’t not reblog this.

This is the best thing on the Internet. We undress everyday and it shows us how confined we are. Those imprints show how uncomfortable we are throughout each day just to impress other people. We create prisons in our own clothes. We are a prisoner in a socially constructed idea of what is beautiful.

yes its back

This.

Amazing

I always assumed this only happened to fatties like me. Now I feel infinitely better.

(Source: likeafieldmouse, via l0stkeys)

"There comes a point where you just go, ‘Ultimately, I don’t really give a fuck any more."
- Helena Bonham Carter (via kushandwizdom)

(via mandhala)

stilinskiclaus:

I don’t understand why people aren’t interested in Astronomy.

You can look up into the night sky and see a fucking galaxy with your naked eye. You can see cosmic structures that are millions of light years across and if you don’t think that’s the coolest fucking shit then I don’t know what to tell you.

(Source: vicepresidentgay, via beingasancunt)


So there I was just scrolling through someone’s tumblr, and I came across this and I just stopped. It caught my attention for a long time. I noticed every piece breaking, in slow motion so clearly and the one thing that came to my mind was that moment when your heart breaks. When you can feel it drop and break into little pieces when you hear something that you wish wasn’t true, the truth that you have made yourself not believe, read something you wish hadn’t, or seen something you wish you hadn’t.

So there I was just scrolling through someone’s tumblr, and I came across this and I just stopped. It caught my attention for a long time. I noticed every piece breaking, in slow motion so clearly and the one thing that came to my mind was that moment when your heart breaks. When you can feel it drop and break into little pieces when you hear something that you wish wasn’t true, the truth that you have made yourself not believe, read something you wish hadn’t, or seen something you wish you hadn’t.

(via coldnightsandconstellations)

"I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth."
- Unknown (via natural-magics)

(via teavibes)