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sweetnessofbeing: lmaoo

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:46:14 -0400

sweetnessofbeing:

lmaoo

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Tue, 21 May 2013 23:12:16 -0400

roughrimjob: Baby snakes appreciation post

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:18:21 -0400

roughrimjob: Baby snakes appreciation post

phoenix-fires: This little kid fell and the seal seemed to be...

Tue, 21 May 2013 21:57:28 -0400

phoenix-fires:

This little kid fell and the seal seemed to be very worried about her

mama seal look!!!!!!!

death-and-necromancy: Lyre made from human skull and gazelle...

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:42:39 -0400

death-and-necromancy:

Lyre made from human skull and gazelle horns, central Africa.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 00:40:09 -0400

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Tue, 21 May 2013 00:27:32 -0400

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Tue, 21 May 2013 00:26:39 -0400

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #419 by Tyler Knott Gregson Text...

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:19:03 -0400

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #419 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

At this exact instant on this exact planet
there are more people than you, or I, or anyone else
would ever care to admit, that are buried beneath
the weight of wasted time.
The shoulds and supposed tos and becauses and jobs
and money and requirements and responsibilities
add up and pile up and entomb us.
How many miles separate how many people
from the lives they should be leading,
the people they should be loving and the moments
they will never get back?
The justification of this frustration
paints a glossy veneer of happiness over the rust
of the truth hiding below it.
It’s the realization of our encapsulation
that cracks the paint and lets the color fade.
When do we forget the value of what we hold
and when do we forget to care about the burying
we submit ourselves to?
Somewhere a much younger version of ourselves is staring into the future
raising tiny fists, clenched into the air
and screaming a wordless warning that falls on
deaf ears that age has stolen sound from.
We see ourselves and we see the meaning we’ve assigned
to meaningless things;
we see the imagination running off the pages we painted,
watercolors evaporating and leaving behind only blank
canvas, only dry brushes.
Hasn’t the time come to stop this, to put water
to the burning of our futures by the flames of our
past restrictions? Has not the time arrived to
mix the color in the water and dip the brush,
dried an atrophied and lonely from the waiting it too
has endured?
Live life like you love to live and make that life
the one you’ve been waiting for.
At this exact instant you and only you
can rise from the layers of wasted time,
drive your hand through the sediment and
feel the sunlight on your fingers.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 23:52:56 -0400

Dis be the place

Sun, 19 May 2013 03:15:02 -0400

Dis be the place

So I found the closest thing to a speakeasy in Boston, full of imported cigars bourbon and...

Sun, 19 May 2013 03:05:43 -0400

So I found the closest thing to a speakeasy in Boston, full of imported cigars bourbon and...

movies-and-things: Fantastic Mr. Fox - 2009

Sat, 18 May 2013 06:30:48 -0400

movies-and-things:

Fantastic Mr. Fox - 2009

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Thu, 16 May 2013 12:13:25 -0400

chernova: CO

Wed, 15 May 2013 01:20:17 -0400

chernova:

CO

vashito: Original Bill_Nye_tho appreciation blog before it was...

Wed, 15 May 2013 00:42:50 -0400

vashito:

Original Bill_Nye_tho appreciation blog before it was suspended~
the best twitter in the history of twitter!

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Wed, 15 May 2013 00:38:15 -0400

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Wed, 15 May 2013 00:36:38 -0400

theclearlydope: Started from the bottom now we here. Now...

Wed, 15 May 2013 00:32:50 -0400

theclearlydope:

Started from the bottom now we here.

Now the whole team fucking here, nigga

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Wed, 15 May 2013 00:24:55 -0400