draumstafir:

rogerrrs:

i wanna go for walks in the middle of the night but i also dont want to die ya feel

just girly things

laclefdescoeurs:

Nymphéas, 1914-17, Claude Monet
each-beat:

I remember when we were teenagers and just getting our licenses. I was trying to set you up with one of my best friends, and I wanted it to work out so bad (but apparently you liked me the whole time!) We were all hanging out one day, driving to see a movie (you in her car and me in mine) when my friend randomly pulled to the side of the road. I pulled over to see what was going on. You got out of her car, walked over to mine, and sat in the passenger seat. I looked over at you perplexed, and you grinned but with a worried, concerned look on your face. “I didn’t want you to have to merge on the highway by yourself. I know how much it scares you.” You were (and still are) the sweetest. Who would’ve thought that 5 years later we’d be married and that you’d still be the one to help me calm me down when merging into traffic (and reminding me to breathe when passing huge trucks in the pouring rain).
akahli:

The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot by Brand New
Embroidery done by me // please don’t delete the text
ashleyfrostart:

“North Melbourne Study 20”
Oil on board
18x18cm 
University of Wollongong collection 2013
www.ashleyfrost.com.au
impetuousss:


burnt every train ticket that ever brought me close to you
marlboro-jack-and-razorblades:

ocean-ism:

deathtraders:

anti-v-ist:

oddsarentinmyfavor:

Interesting fact. The photographer of this photo was a high school student. He committed suicide after exams.

Reblogging in memory of the photographer.

dem feels

With the context of this photographer, this picture just means that much more. SO so powerful.

damn…