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I am thinking about dyeing my hair a very light orange shade soon, but as it goes with almost...

I am thinking about dyeing my hair a very light orange shade soon, but as it goes with almost everything else i can`t fucking decide should i do it, or should i not. I am a crappy decision maker…i am a crappier decision maker than Robb Stark is.

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Fireflies in the Forests of Nagoya City (by Yume Cyan)

Fireflies in the Forests of Nagoya City (by Yume Cyan)

"I wish I could just rot under this tree. That's my wish; to sleep, sleep, sleep. I wish I could just..."

"I wish I could just rot under this tree.
That's my wish; to sleep, sleep, sleep.
I wish I could just rot under this tree.
That's my wish; to be caressed by the gentle breeze and fall asleep."

- Arimura Ryutaro, リラの木 (via seabois)

I have had moments of such terrible self-loathing and self-hate in my life, i just pray to myself to...

I have had moments of such terrible self-loathing and self-hate in my life, i just pray to myself to never go back there again. But still, sometimes i feel so insecure and beyond disgusted by myself i just wanna break stuff. And i start repeating to myself, it`s all a point of view, it`s a all a point of view,…but i guess it just doesn`t work like that all the time.

fleurdulys: Isabella and the Pot of Basil - George Henry...

fleurdulys:

Isabella and the Pot of Basil - George Henry Grenville Manton

"There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every..."

"There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one's idea for thirty-five years; there's something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps the most important of your ideas."

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot (via abstractnumbers)

"You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there's still going to be somebody who..."

"You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there's still going to be somebody who doesn't like peaches."

- Dita Von Teese (via brokenbong)

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"If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it's your duty to be reduced to ashes by it...."

"If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it's your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life."

- http://www.rebellesociety.com/2012/10/22/writing-lab-advice-from-charles-bukowski/ (via jeanetteleblanc)

c0ssette: Detail,A Young Girl Defending Herself against Eros...

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Detail,A Young Girl Defending Herself against Eros (about 1880) by William Adolphe Bouguereau.

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"We can't jump off bridges anymore because our iPhones will get ruined. We can't take skinny dips in..."

"We can't jump off bridges anymore because our iPhones will get ruined. We can't take skinny dips in the ocean, because there's no service on the beach and adventures aren't real unless they're on Instagram. Technology has doomed the spontaneity of adventure and we're helping destroy it every time we Google, check-in, and hashtag."

- "We Can't Get Lost" by Jeremy Glass, Thought Catalog (via wildthicket)

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"Novels aren't just happy escapes; they are slivers of people's souls, nailed to the pages, dripping..."

"Novels aren't just happy escapes; they are slivers of people's souls, nailed to the pages, dripping ink from veins of wood pulp. Reading the right one at the right time can make all the difference."

- Brandon Sanderson, Alcatraz and the Evil Librarians series (via seabois)

tierradentro: "Head of a Girl", John William Waterhouse. (via)

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"Head of a Girl", John William Waterhouse. (via)

tierradentro: "Study for the Head of Echo", John William...

tierradentro:

"Study for the Head of Echo", John William Waterhouse. (via)

"We tend to think animals are lower than us, but all the scientists in the world couldn't design and..."

"We tend to think animals are lower than us, but all the scientists in the world couldn't design and operate a bumblebee's wing. We can't jump or run very fast, and we can't carry vast weights like an ant can. We can't see in the dark and we can't fly except crammed in a noisy tube like sardines, which doesn't count. Humans compared to animals are almost totally deaf, and we can't smell a fart in an elevator by their standards. We are finite and separate, and neurotic, while the consciousness of an animal is at peace and eternal. We strive and go crazy to become more important. Animals rest and sleep and enjoy the company of each other. We think we have evolved upwards from animals but we have lost almost all of their qualities and abilities. The idea that animals don't have consciousness or that they don't have a soul is rather crass. It shows a lack of consciousness. They talk, they have families, they feel things, they act individually or together to solve problems, they often care of their young as a tribal unit. They play, they travel, and medicate themselves when they get sick. They cry when others in the herd die, they know about us humans. Of course they have a soul, a very pristine one. We humans are only now attempting with the recent rise in consciousness to achieve the soul that animals have naturally."

- Stuart Wilde (via nilenna)

thelunartype: Hemingway Shoots His Cat On February 22, 1953,...

thelunartype:

Hemingway Shoots His Cat

On February 22, 1953, one of Hemingway's cats, Uncle Willie, was hit by a car. Following the accident, Hemingway sent his close friend Gianfranco Ivancich the following distraught letter:

Dear Gianfranco:

Just after I finished writing you and was putting the letter in the envelope Mary came down from the Torre and said, 'Something terrible has happened to Willie.' I went out and found Willie with both his right legs broken: one at the hip, the other below the knee. A car must have run over him or somebody hit him with a club. He had come all the way home on the two feet of one side. It was a multiple compound fracture with much dirt in the wound and fragments protruding. But he purred and seemed sure that I could fix it.

I had René get a bowl of milk for him and René held him and caressed him and Willie was drinking the milk while I shot him through the head. I don't think he could have suffered and the nerves had been crushed so his legs had not begun to really hurt. Monstruo wished to shoot him for me, but I could not delegate the responsibility or leave a chance of Will knowing anybody was killing him…

Have had to shoot people but never anyone I knew and loved for eleven years. Nor anyone that purred with two broken legs.