Hungry Eyes
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world.
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Song: Doses and Mimosas
Artist: Cherub
Album: Year Of the Caprese
Played: 796 times.

forthemodernsoul:

Cherub // Doses and Mimosas

To all the bitchass hoes,

That hate me the most

Oh yeah I hate you too

To all the punkass fucks

That just wanna talk shit I hate you too

To all the high class ass,

Thats too hard to pass

Oh yeah I hate you too

3 hours ago on September 18th, 2014 |44 notes
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missjune-1975:

The noise his lil feet are making

3 hours ago on September 18th, 2014 |246,740 notes
thewhitedarkroom:

Smells Like Autumn Ricoh KR-10x | Tri-X | Rodinal | Adox MCP 312 | ipernity | ♫

thewhitedarkroom:

Smells Like Autumn
Ricoh KR-10x | Tri-X | Rodinal | Adox MCP 312 | ipernity |

4 hours ago on September 18th, 2014 |49 notes

foodffs:

Peanut Butter & Jelly Cookie Bars

Really nice recipes. Every hour.

4 hours ago on September 18th, 2014 |176 notes
lensblr-network:

by lauramakabresku  (lauramakabresku.tumblr.com)

lensblr-network:

21 hours ago on September 17th, 2014 |1,458 notes

glowcloud:

this cat is very beautiful and contemplative. owner wants to play with cat but cat is thinking about bigger things. cat thinks about life.

21 hours ago on September 17th, 2014 |256,031 notes
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Song: Once upon a December
Album: Anastasia OST
Played: 637,277 times.

pudgychan:

christinajoanne:

Once Upon A December. Anastasia in Russian.  This would be the language that she would have sung in.

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21 hours ago on September 17th, 2014 |128,855 notes
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incidentalcomics:

A is for Abecedarian
A Literary Alphabet
Adapted from The Oxford Dictionary of Literary Terms by Chris Baldick

incidentalcomics:

is for Abecedarian

A Literary Alphabet

Adapted from The Oxford Dictionary of Literary Terms by Chris Baldick

22 hours ago on September 17th, 2014 |1,345 notes

desmond-the-creppy-bear:

ovurthink:

we think we’re made of numbers. percentages on tests, pounds on a scale, likes on a photo, price tags on clothes. but we’re not. we are made of love and happiness and they way we laugh. we’re made of good memories and late nights and past-curfews. we have more substance than numbers.

this post is really important

22 hours ago on September 17th, 2014 |214,993 notes

coffeepeople:

if you are attracted to me you are required by law to tell me. 

2 days ago on September 16th, 2014 |349,141 notes
my-name-is-long:

prasm:

yourscientistfriend:

wheatily:

 poots 

I laughed so hard at the word poots

These poots are made for walkin

Poot poot

my-name-is-long:

prasm:

yourscientistfriend:

wheatily:

poots

I laughed so hard at the word poots

These poots are made for walkin

Poot poot

2 days ago on September 16th, 2014 |75,204 notes
pixography:

Nelina Trubach-Moshnikova

pixography:

Nelina Trubach-Moshnikova

2 days ago on September 15th, 2014 |5,743 notes

to shove my clothes
to one side of the closet,
give you the bigger half.
Quietly I’ll hide most of my shoes,
so you won’t know I have this many.

I will
rearrange furniture to add more,
find space on my shelves
for your many books,
nail up the placard that says
‘poets do it, and redo it, and do it again.’

I want
to share a laundry basket,
get our clothes mixed up,
wait for the yelling
when my reds run wild
into your whites
turning them a luscious pink,
your favorite color of me.

I will
move my pillow
to the other side of the bed,
lay yours next to mine,
your scent on the fabric
always near me,
even on nights you’re away.

I will
buy a new bureau to hold your
thousand and one black socks,
find a place for all those work boots,
the ones I refer to as big and ugly.

I want
more pots and pans to wash,
piles of them leaning high
from late night meals
cooked naked and drunk,
red wine pouring into
a sauce of simmering tomatoes,
garlic, and olive oil,
kisses bitten between bites,
and platefuls of our late hours,
stacking up into dawn.

I want
to stock cupboards, closets, and
pantry.
fill the house with us.
I want to gain weight with you
because our love,
our love makes me fat.

- I Want, Kim Konopka (via tothecatcher)
2 days ago on September 15th, 2014 |441 notes

vintageanchorbooks:

Literary Word Count Infographic: http://shortlist.com/entertainment/books/literary-word-count-infographic

1 week ago on September 10th, 2014 |27,775 notes