for the sharks

Remember mate,

not all sharks are in the water.

  • theblackworkshop:

    Eames House / Charles and Ray Eames

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  • nippled:

    no mom, I can’t make my bed, I’m too busy being a wicked cool bad ass rebel punk also can you make me a grilled cheese

    (via the-queen-of-unpopular-opinions)

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  • prettycolors:

    #7b8475

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  • myampgoesto11:

    Sculpted miniature landscapes by Kendal Murray

    Kendal Murray’s miniature sculptures stage dream-like narratives that are played out by microscopic identities with giant personalities. Short stories and tall tales are enacted in a range of playful and dramatic scenarios that are imbued with social, symbolic and personal meaning. Glass teapots, grass-covered purses, mirrored makeup compacts and open books set the stage for each scenario, offering the delight of the unexpected, the puzzle of a question and the possibility of a dream escape into make-believe worlds.

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  • "'D’you know what happens when you hurt people?' Ammu said. 'When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.'"
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things  (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)

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  • "Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word."
    George R.R. Martin (via trueheroinex)

    (Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via daddyfuckedme)

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  • yzma:

    the chicken from season 1 is more important than larry

    (via pizza)

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  • nevershoutshelly:

    s-assypants:

    ionicsky:

    extrasad:

    Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

    I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

    of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

    The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

    me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

    my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

    I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

    all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

    to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

    flowers growing at the bottoms of my

    stomach are dead. Apparently you  

    can’t water flowers with vodka.

    I had the sky in my veins but it’s

    been pretty fucking stormy since I

    ripped them open. I had planets 

    on the tip of my tongue but

    the debris from the shattered 

    remains of “us” have been

    crashing into them. I was

    everything. And then I met

    you and we were everything.

    Now you’re fucking some

    blonde girl who gets

    high all the time and

    I’m a fucking

    mess.

    this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

    this.

    this is way better than pretty much everything we did in literature.

    (via ambiens)

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