ufo-the-truth-is-out-there:

(via ufo-the-truth-is-out-there)

raejin99:

slbtumblng:

carnival-phantasm:

Every apex predator, looking at a capybara chilling: “…nah, I can’t eat this dude, that would be fucked up”

(via thethoughthouse)

crimson-and-clover:

“Something within me had struggled for release, and cried for fulfilment.”

— Daphne du Maurier, from “I Will Never Be Young Again,” published c. 1932

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

(via ruinedchildhood)

weltenwellen:

“I’m alone. The wind whistles. Where to go? Where to go? And there’s never an answer.”

— Marosa Di Giorgio, from Diadem: Selected Poems ( BOA Editions Ltd., 2012)

(Source: metaphorformetaphor, via facinorous-teen)

lonelycowgirlinyourarea:

water and air signs be like if you like my post i will daydream about us getting married and not tell you

(via milfrachelweisz)

(Source: darkskinmagic, via love-kenya)

figdays:

“Mushroom” Mug // AliceDrawsTheLine

(Source: figdays, via bogfox)

(Source: indogaysian, via eclectdissect)

writemeanna:

“She looked like a mermaid perched on a rock;”

— Margaret Atwood, from “The Edible Woman,” first published c. 1989

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)