“The wish to travel seems to me characteristically human: the desire to move, to satisfy your curiosity or ease your fears, to change the circumstances of your life, to be a stranger, to make a friend, to experience an exotic landscape, to risk the unknown.”
— Paul Theroux (via fuckyeahyoga)
8:03 pm • 14 March 2014 • 1,145 notes
“Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars
and think of the galaxies inside my
heart, and truly wonder if anyone will
ever want to make sense of all that
— Christopher Poindexter (via loveyourchaos)
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1:44 pm • 12 March 2014 • 71,691 notes
Björk laying an egg on the red carpet is still my favorite Oscars moment of all time
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6:53 pm • 10 March 2014 • 5,415 notes
“Try not to feel jealous about things, or people or places. It’s toxic. Just keep living. You will find your happiness.”
— (via lanvinparis)
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6:43 pm • 10 March 2014 • 269,231 notes
Sometimes I feel like I’ll never get over this void that exist inside of me. It swallows all my hope,drains all my energy and makes me feel the worst human being that ever existed on the planet. I really feel like I should do something about it, but I doubt there is anything at all I can do to make everything better.
4:03 pm • 10 March 2014
the pope and the Church hierarchy embraced by the seven-headed Beast of the Apocalypse (Hussite satire)
Antithesis Christi et Antichristi (Jenský kodex/Jena Codex), Bohemia ca. 1490-1510.
Praha, Knihovna Národního muzea, IV.B.24, fol. 69r
8:43 pm • 9 March 2014 • 520 notes
You are not your bra-size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe-size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress.
You are no amalgam of these things.
You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries.
— Unknown (via perfect)
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8:39 pm • 9 March 2014 • 62,589 notes