22, trying to fall in love with life. love musics. ask me anything.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s its balance.
Osho (via theselittlewondersstillremain)
(Source: ffffound.com)
What they did not want you to ever find out is that your generation, the generation born between 1980-1995, actually outnumbers the Baby Boomers. They knew that if you ever turned your eye towards political reform, you could change the world. They tried to keep you sated on vapid television shows and vapid music. They cut off your education and fed you brain candy. They took away your music and gave you Top Ten pop stations. They cut off your art and replaced it with endless reality shows for you to plug into, hoping you would sit quietly by as they ran the world. We as a society are only as strong as our weakest link. Give ‘em hell, kids.I’ve never loved a post so much in the history of tumblr
Wake up, wake up, wake up. This post has always resonated so loudly with me. This is the truth. Open your eyes.
This make me a feel a lot less crazy. “Its just how things are” doesn’t cut it anymore.
(Source: katedanley)
her freckles though
(Source: fashionfaves)
niall ate my title.....: SO MANY PEOPLE ASK SO HERE IT IS: HOW TO CHANGE YOUR FONT
- Go to http://www.google.com/webfonts# , choose a font. click “add to collection” then “use”
- scroll down to this:
- highlight the first code (as shown above) copy it and paste it in your html directly under <head>
- click on the tab “javascript”.
- highlight that code, and paste it right…
always by chelsea dirck on Flickr.
(Source: you-will-be-a-memory)
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
charles bukowski, from alone with everybody
i’m in a bad mood and i hate everyone
History Reshits Itself
Was it for purpose or obligation? To rip the happiness from those homes to insure your own salvation. When you’re walking a thin line between ignorance and confusion, you won’t know the difference between a cycle and a revolution. I’ve been counting the inches in that giant step back. When love is on the line, circled in blue or black. The history books won’t forget to tell of this embarrassment. These closets have been closed too long; there’s no more room for your skeletons.
this song is beautiful
wildlife
man, wildlife has got me through some tough times.
