What is an ocean, but a multitude of drops...

atraversso:

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Anonymous asked: I've never been one for text posts, but when you type something I feel like I have to read it. Not in a bad way though. I just feel it's gotta be important if you type it. Have a fantastic rest of the week. ☺️

Awe thank you. I didnt know anyone really read them, I just put them up as a reminder to myself, since thoughts and specific feelings are fleeting. I always think of something and immediately forget, so I like to get some of my more interesting or important ones down in words.I hope you have a fantastic life! It means a lot that you read my text posts.  <3

hullomylove:

mitzi—may:

Sibling-wed Game with Scott and Chris Evans
The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon [ x ]

I saw the second gif first and was like ‘aww, chris evans and… chris evans?!?’

I thought I had died and gone to hevans. *badum-tsss*

tatsmato-anon:

dratraichuturnright:

thatsqualitystuff:

jonisspiffy:

THE SLASH BRINGING
SASH WRINGING
TRASH SINGING
MASH FLINGING
FLASH STRINGING RINGING
CRASH DINGING

THE HASH SLINGING SLASHER

i’m re-blogging this…
at night.

tatsmato-anon:

dratraichuturnright:

thatsqualitystuff:

jonisspiffy:

THE SLASH BRINGING

SASH WRINGING

TRASH SINGING

MASH FLINGING

FLASH STRINGING RINGING

CRASH DINGING

THE HASH SLINGING SLASHER

i’m re-blogging this…

at night.

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 I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.
- Oscar Wilde (via kushandwizdom)

Everything Love

(via quotelounge)

You know its funny… When I was a little girl I used to fantasize about being grown up or at least a little older. I used to imagine myself, 18, and tall and independent. I had this image of a girl with her hair loosely pulled to the side with her big-framed reading glasses, in one of those sweaters that looks too soft not to touch. She was holding a cup of something steaming, maybe tea, and she was curled up with one of those beautiful soft furry throw blankets. She was staring at her laptop screen in a cozy little love seat type chair. You could see her thinking, and she seemed content. Not overly happy, but content. Peaceful. I imagined her typing something, a story, a stream of consciousness, an essay… That girl stayed in my little girl imagination. In my past. Until tonight. I realized I am her. Im that girl I always imagined. I became what I thought would be a peaceful way to be. I wake up everyday feeling like I’m not accomplishing anything, like I don’t have a reason to get up. Not because I’m sad or depressed, I just feel lazy like there isn’t anything to do. But I realize now that I am exactly who I am supposed to be. Everyday I grow into the person I will be. And I am who i wanted to be. This is it. Life is happening. 

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