Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.
Liber Al vel Legis, Chapter II: 9
This is a verse I often have to revisit. It lifts me up when I’m in a bit of a depressive spell and always reminds me that the nature of suffering is temporary.
Do not associate any guys with any led, Lou, or pink songs.
I had to go and ruin led zeppelin for myself
whenever i get low on money i start thinking really irrationally like what if i hadn’t spent that $10 back in 2004
This is like installing Windows on a Mac.
I am physically required to reblog this or my heart will stop beating.
oh my god
What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.
— Chester Bennington (via oceaniceyes)
I do not belong inside the concrete jungle where the air grows thick with fumes and destruction. I belong where I can feel the earth with my bare feet and the rivers flow peacefully beneath the lush trees and their melodic friends. I belong with nature ~
Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.
— Tyler Kent White (via nyu-tah)
when I smoke a bowl before bed
Jim Dingilian proves that a creative and skillful artist can create works of art with just about anything. By coating the interior of empty glass bottles with black smoke and then carefully brushing it away with tools mounted on dowels, he creates detailed and beautiful but dark works of smoke art that are dripping with a sense of suburban decay (via Bored Panda).
Leaves turning yellow deep inside forest by Horia Varlan
Giving in to my inner white girl and binge watching sex and the city while being hungover all day
boycott dudes who manipulate you into meeting their emotional or sexual needs but won’t date you 2k14