@emelleven

Aug 05


West 2nd Street, North Vancouver

West 2nd Street, North Vancouver

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amare-habeo:

Albert Marquet (French, 1875-1947)
St. Raphael, the Terrace, 1932
Oil on canvas
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amare-habeo:

Albert Marquet (French, 1875-1947)

St. Raphael, the Terrace, 1932

Oil on canvas

via birdsong217

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“She had never imagined she had the power to make someone else so happy. And not a magical power, either—a purely human one.” — Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince (via observando)

kazu721010:

The Bunker / Quico Moll

kazu721010:

The Bunker / Quico Moll

kazu721010:

The Bunker / Quico Moll

kazu721010:

The Bunker / Quico Moll

Aug 04

sheeppap:

tHE MAP OF PEOPLE WHO ARE ON MY BLOG I S MAKING ME LAUGH RN

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ITS LIKE

ew an american ew ew ew everyone cluster so it cant get to us ew

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comicsans69:

improbablenormality:

humourous-misadventures:

megasilly:

You know what language I love? Welsh.

I mean

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how

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can you not 

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love

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this ridiculous

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amazing language?

you know our word for ‘microwave’ is ‘popty ping’, right?

this language is literally keysmashing

JKSGFDSJKAFGJKAJ yes my favourite place ever. :’))

I have been to Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch btw and that gift shop is the biggest attraction there tbh ;)

Aug 03

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“I’m still awful about you. Your face will flash in my mind at random times of the day and my heart will seem to run over 100 mph. I’ll see or hear your name somewhere and a truckload of memories will hit me faster than a speeding bullet, and the wounds will open up again. It’s terrifying to think how quickly the switch can turn from “mildly blissful” to “hopelessly dismal.” Maybe all this time, I’ve just been “naively trusting” - foolishly living in my tear-clogged brain where endless litanies of “I’m okay” and “it doesn’t hurt anymore” are scratched everywhere. But no, I’m making a vow to end this pain. Maybe every now and then, you’d still hit me like that rush in my stomach during a roller coaster ride and I can’t shake it off until the end of the ride. Maybe I’ll always be puzzled at how things ended without any ellipses or commas. Just a sudden period in the middle of a sentence. Maybe I missed a foreshadowing excerpt in our story. There will always be reminders of your existence and maybe right now I can’t shake off the sudden jump of my heart or the abrupt constraint of my throat. But eventually, the sting will pass and when I get reminded of you, I’ll just smile and say “I’m happy now, and I hope wherever you are, you are too.”” — (NJ.)

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nicolasbruno:

It has been said that there are passageways and tunnels at the bottoms of wells such as this one… Piazza Giordano Bruno; Perugia, Italy.

nicolasbruno:

It has been said that there are passageways and tunnels at the bottoms of wells such as this one…
Piazza Giordano Bruno; Perugia, Italy.

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