If my teachers wrote like that I would learn so much omg
You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know.
Women boxing on a roof, circa 1930s
THIS IS LITERALLY THE RADDEST PHOTO I’VE EVER SEEN
ARE YOU KIDDING
The Unbelievable Photos Taken by the Crazy Russians Who Illegally Climbed Egypt’s Great Pyramid
people, you may never see an image like this again… so yeah, reblog it
i would have totally done it with them
yooo this looks dope on your blog
it really does
It’s like addicting to watch.
this would look really cool in a horror film, all from the recordings of an iphone or something, ends on a cliff-hanger then the battery dies
OK SO LET ME TELL YOU A STORY which basically boils down to MY CAMERA DOES THIS.
ALL THE TIME.
Well not all the time but enough times for it to be worrying.
- The first time I was taking pictures up in the mountains near where I lived and I was taking a landscape shot near this creepy door that just stands alone in the middle of nowhere, and it flashed up “blink detected” and put a square over apparently nothing.
- The second time I was urban exploring in a fucking abandoned hospital and it came up with the face detected square twice, once outside and once in a dark hallway, and one of those times there was apparently a blink detected.
- The third time I was urban exploring in an abandoned village and I took a photo of the back garden of one of the abandoned houses and yup, “faces were detected in this image”.
I’m at least 110% convinced I have a magic camera. It sees dead people.
Y’all fuckers are out here exploring abandoned villages and shit and wondering why you’re seeing ghosts
“I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations. I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned.
See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in brail. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed; it’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended. See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem… it would be about you.
About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared… but reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you. You see, I’m not really a love poet. But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window, you see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.
Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the pacific ocean, I want to drink the sunlight in your skin. If I was a love poet, I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful, even on days when everything around you is ugly you see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.
If I was a love poet I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture, every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart, it plays hop scotch inside of my chest. Yo it climbs on to my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again. I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back in to one of my ribs just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.
I swear, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, my first poem it would be about you. And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me? And I said, put it like this: I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.
I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life. And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer. If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat, do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time. Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James. I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain even though it never rains in Southern California. And together, we could be music.
And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll say no. She is my musician. And me… I’m her favorite song.”
i wish there was a non-assholeish way to say “our friendship has run its course, you make me uncomfortable with your feelings and a lot of shit you do pisses me off bye”
so basically when you have your period and your lower back hurts it is because your hips are contracting and spreading apart, only slightly, to make room for the release of the blood and linings of your uterus. so basically your body is going through a small and mild labor to push out the dead insides of your uterus. so basically I have gone through labor and basically I don’t want children.
why aren’t we taught this shit
The interviewer is so brutally uncomfortable