1000scientists:

Rite in the Rain is a patented, environmentally responsible, all-weather writing paper that sheds water and enables you to write anywhere, in any weather

silents:

Butterfly Canvas by Aubry Aragon on Flickr.

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I was flicking through my mates cosmo mag and you know how its full of sex and all, one of the tips were like cosmo tip #397575 when having sex with him, shout out your own name instead of his………………………….. I’m no sex expert but i’m pretty damn sure that if you shouted out your own name he’d be like this:

wot have i done 

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memorywoman:

Holland | Sufjan Stevens

Fall in love and fall apart,
things will end before they start.

This was the summer it got so hot we put a fan in each window. At night we teamed up with the Palestinian students and stole tulips from Centennial Park. We used them as garnishes: we arranged bouquets on table ends and desktops.
We burned a wicker chair on the beach at night. We cooked steaks and pork chops on sticks over the fire. We went skinny-dipping. We huddled under the towels. We told stories about our fathers, about our first kiss, about that one uncle who was always drunk at family reunions.
We bought guitars and accordions and played them under blankets in the park. We tried to follow the Dutch dancers. We mowed lawns and stole flags from construction sites and kissed on the lips at the drinking fountain. We drank Boone’s Sangria and cried and cried and cried on the couch.
We sewed shirts for our friends, with decorative borders made from ribbons, with zippers, with billowing collars, with floral patterns. Nothing fit right. We went around shirtless, even the skinny ones, even the fat ones, even the ones with terrific arms and shoulders.
We took our time talking things out; we listened carefully, with a serious look. We prayed. We read Paul’s letter to the Corinthians. We tried very hard to understand this.
We went to a church that was in English and Spanish. We tried very hard to understand this.
We made omelets on the weekends. We whittled wood. We knitted hats. We smoked cigarettes. We gave each other gifts. Elaborate, handmade, complicated passive aggressive gifts.
We were afraid to be left behind. We were afraid to be loved. We were afraid this would come to an end, as all things do. We sat on the couch and cried and cried and cried.

Note to self: Don’t be afraid to ask people if you can take a picture. Everyone you’ve asked so far have been nothing but kind. 

(I never thought photography would be able to help raise my confidence)

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skeletales:

By Photography King

hailed:

milk with honey (by the69th)

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My mum made me sit with her and watch The Lovely Bones. I was trying so hard not to cry and then my eye that wasn’t facing her just started to leak, so basically I was crying with one eye ffs I always knew I was a wizard! but no lol I think it’s because my right eye has always been pretty shitty, it’s half blind and I can’t control the tears that come out of it which is annoying because I hate crying in front of people. 

#that last gif

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freecocaine:

heyfunniest:

Have you ever noticed how horrifying those smiley french fries are in groups?

they’re like

you’re burning us alive

our insides are melting

hELP US

 #YOUR SCREAMS ONLY MAKE YOU TASTE BETTER#MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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