meag-an:

thoselonelyeyes:

think about what your dog would say to you if he knew how much you hated yourself

this just changed my life

f1pictures:

Damon Hill Williams - Renault 1994

f1pictures:

Damon Hill Williams - Renault 1994

(Source: scuderia-f1)

urbancatfitters:

idk what i’m doing w/ my life but i know i’m doing it wrong

  

Our hands only shake when we cross state lines.
I’ve made hundreds of mistakes
And peace with dying in my sleep
But that’s what’s right for me
While the kids back home will leap
To the riverbeds below Market Street.

(Source: seethroughperson)

(Source: cyborglovesong)

pizza-date:

Kawaii in the streets.
Senpai in the sheets.

(Source: thefreshjuicebox)

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven h these things with an irresistible momentum.
gearstation:

"do you wanna build a snowman??"
"i am a grown ass man."

gearstation:

"do you wanna build a snowman??"

"i am a grown ass man."

There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmon knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up.
f1pictures:

James Hunt. 1979.

f1pictures:

James Hunt. 1979.

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myheadhurtsbadly:

Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Wait! They don’t love you like I love you
Wait! They don’t love you like I love you

(Source: mysongof-theday)

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