friday night and i cannot sleep

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
Azar NafisiReading Lolita in Tehran (via psych-facts)




ourpoeticlives:

oculousreparo:

fuckmegentlywitha2x4:

brock-obama:

Owls confirmed to be the creepiest birds ever. LOOK AT THE FUCKING THINGS. If you fail to notice the one on the left fucking SWALLOWING a rat, then you have the dude singing some satanic chant or something next to him, and then you have those two other fucking psychos synchronized to make you feel creeped the fuck out with their soulless dance of FUCKING DOOM.

I really am tempted to reblog this every time it’s on my dash. That description is one of the best things on the internet.



Yeahhhh, I want this on my blog again.





im not going to die until i see one of these.







i want to be in beautiful places like this so my brain wont give me a slightest chance to think of worries or stress, leaving me only to be fucking amazed and full of life.






(Source: jonyorkblog)