backtowoodstock:

macaulaykulkin:

River Phoenix at the Academy Awards, year 1989

perfection


Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whiskey. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs.
Holly Black, Black Heart (via rabbitinthemoon)

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If there is a God, you owe him far more than a morally decent life.
Timothy Keller (via tblaberge)

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radiicvl:

plhants:

morgancrawf:

official-maximum-ride:

Decided to take a video while flying this morning.
Best. Idea. Ever.

perfection

Reminder that this actually exists in our world
THIS IS REAL

I’m gonna cry.

radiicvl:

plhants:

morgancrawf:

official-maximum-ride:

Decided to take a video while flying this morning.

Best. Idea. Ever.

perfection

Reminder that this actually exists in our world


THIS IS REAL

I’m gonna cry.

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kendallandkyliejennerlove:

qtgurls:

The silliness. 


Ky killls it

kendallandkyliejennerlove:

qtgurls:

The silliness. 

Ky killls it

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ginger-haze:

✿ more hippie/nature/spiritual post here ❀

ginger-haze:

✿ more hippie/nature/spiritual post here ❀

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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.

aetarnal:

He still closes his eyes when she kisses him

aetarnal:

He still closes his eyes when she kisses him

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