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1. Lay on the floor of your shower until you can breathe again. Water will always love to love your skin.

2. Start writing with the intention of filling up one page. Write until your pen stops working.

3. Reread a book that once made you cry. Learn something new on every page. Notice how different chapter make you sad. Notice how the book didn’t change and grow; you did.

4. Sleep with your windows open. You can hear both the rain and boys drunkenly singing Frank Sinatra on their deck. Both are equally good.

5. Don’t forget that honey will always taste sweet, but the best way to eat it is off your fingers, laughing.

6. Remember that, sometimes, getting out of bed is enough.

–  For unhappy girls who like sitting in the sun (h.f.j.)

(via inter-vivos)

She didn’t understand that. “How can anyone be afraid of love?”
“How can they not?” His face was completely aghast. “When you love someone… truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling—like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough… but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?
Sherrilyn KenyonDevil May Cry (via feellng)

(via inter-vivos)

This is what silence sounds like:
Muffled cries and your heart
thumping against your rib cage.
A tap dripping.
Waves against the shore.
Your lungs keeping you alive
exhaling clouds on to my skin to create
goosebumps.
When you lift seashell up to your ear
it’s not the sound of the ocean you’re hearing.
It’s the echoes of the inside
of your mind.
This is what silence looks like:
Heartbreak.
You disappearing before me and
the whole world stopping to look for you.
Your palm against mine
our fault lines grazing against each other.
A silhouette against a white wall.
Secrets hidden within myself.
Anything that is half way through falling.
May it be a rain drop from a cloud
a leaf leaving it’s nest
a young girl falling down the rabbit hole
for the very first time.
– A.Y // this is silence (via 2wentysixletters)

(via inter-vivos)

datarep:

"It would be easier to feed the planet if more of the crops we grew ended up in human stomachs": map of the proportion of crops that are used directly as food vs. fuel or animal feed
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datarep:

"It would be easier to feed the planet if more of the crops we grew ended up in human stomachs": map of the proportion of crops that are used directly as food vs. fuel or animal feed

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          Made By Lauren Jasmine “My Name Is Earl – A winning…

 

 

 
chocotartMade By Lauren Jasmine
“My Name Is Earl – A winning combination made in heaven – rich and decadent chocolate tart infused with earl grey tea. Add a kick to the rich chocolate with a Mint Italian Soda or go bittersweet with a hot Cappuccino”

Selfish (per slice): $6.50
Selfless (whole): $35

Photo taken by Canon DSLR, edited using Photoshop CS5.

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boysbander:

Claude Monet Details; 22.4.14

(via chapel-street)

1. Lay on the floor of your shower until you can breathe again. Water will always love to love your skin.

2. Start writing with the intention of filling up one page. Write until your pen stops working.

3. Reread a book that once made you cry. Learn something new on every page. Notice how different chapter make you sad. Notice how the book didn’t change and grow; you did.

4. Sleep with your windows open. You can hear both the rain and boys drunkenly singing Frank Sinatra on their deck. Both are equally good.

5. Don’t forget that honey will always taste sweet, but the best way to eat it is off your fingers, laughing.

6. Remember that, sometimes, getting out of bed is enough.

–  For unhappy girls who like sitting in the sun (h.f.j.)

(via inter-vivos)

She didn’t understand that. “How can anyone be afraid of love?”
“How can they not?” His face was completely aghast. “When you love someone… truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling—like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough… but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?
Sherrilyn KenyonDevil May Cry (via feellng)

(via inter-vivos)

This is what silence sounds like:
Muffled cries and your heart
thumping against your rib cage.
A tap dripping.
Waves against the shore.
Your lungs keeping you alive
exhaling clouds on to my skin to create
goosebumps.
When you lift seashell up to your ear
it’s not the sound of the ocean you’re hearing.
It’s the echoes of the inside
of your mind.
This is what silence looks like:
Heartbreak.
You disappearing before me and
the whole world stopping to look for you.
Your palm against mine
our fault lines grazing against each other.
A silhouette against a white wall.
Secrets hidden within myself.
Anything that is half way through falling.
May it be a rain drop from a cloud
a leaf leaving it’s nest
a young girl falling down the rabbit hole
for the very first time.
– A.Y // this is silence (via 2wentysixletters)

(via inter-vivos)

datarep:

"It would be easier to feed the planet if more of the crops we grew ended up in human stomachs": map of the proportion of crops that are used directly as food vs. fuel or animal feed
Read More

datarep:

"It would be easier to feed the planet if more of the crops we grew ended up in human stomachs": map of the proportion of crops that are used directly as food vs. fuel or animal feed

Read More

          Made By Lauren Jasmine “My Name Is Earl – A winning…

 

 

 
chocotartMade By Lauren Jasmine
“My Name Is Earl – A winning combination made in heaven – rich and decadent chocolate tart infused with earl grey tea. Add a kick to the rich chocolate with a Mint Italian Soda or go bittersweet with a hot Cappuccino”

Selfish (per slice): $6.50
Selfless (whole): $35

Photo taken by Canon DSLR, edited using Photoshop CS5.

View On WordPress

bestfashionbloggers:

Lizzy Vanderligt / COCONUTS REPUBLIC http://ift.tt/1nPyxxF // see more at bestfashionbloggers.com

bestfashionbloggers:

Lizzy Vanderligt / COCONUTS REPUBLIC http://ift.tt/1nPyxxF // see more at bestfashionbloggers.com

boysbander:

Claude Monet Details; 22.4.14

(via chapel-street)

"

1. Lay on the floor of your shower until you can breathe again. Water will always love to love your skin.

2. Start writing with the intention of filling up one page. Write until your pen stops working.

3. Reread a book that once made you cry. Learn something new on every page. Notice how different chapter make you sad. Notice how the book didn’t change and grow; you did.

4. Sleep with your windows open. You can hear both the rain and boys drunkenly singing Frank Sinatra on their deck. Both are equally good.

5. Don’t forget that honey will always taste sweet, but the best way to eat it is off your fingers, laughing.

6. Remember that, sometimes, getting out of bed is enough.

"
"She didn’t understand that. “How can anyone be afraid of love?”
“How can they not?” His face was completely aghast. “When you love someone… truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling—like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough… but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?"
"This is what silence sounds like:
Muffled cries and your heart
thumping against your rib cage.
A tap dripping.
Waves against the shore.
Your lungs keeping you alive
exhaling clouds on to my skin to create
goosebumps.
When you lift seashell up to your ear
it’s not the sound of the ocean you’re hearing.
It’s the echoes of the inside
of your mind.
This is what silence looks like:
Heartbreak.
You disappearing before me and
the whole world stopping to look for you.
Your palm against mine
our fault lines grazing against each other.
A silhouette against a white wall.
Secrets hidden within myself.
Anything that is half way through falling.
May it be a rain drop from a cloud
a leaf leaving it’s nest
a young girl falling down the rabbit hole
for the very first time."

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Michelle N. (Singapore)

A love for archives, vintage, quirks, colors, patterns, collars, sleeves, socks, opposites of nature, so on & so forth.

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