if self harm is
for attention
why don’t you know
the reason the girl
who sits behind you
in math
wears sweaters every day
and if eating disorders are
for attention
why don’t you know
the girl who stares at you on the bus
hasn’t eaten in a week
and if suicide is
for attention
why don’t you know the reason
the boy who used to
eat lunch at your table

i just started crying

722 plays Dreamer Atmosphere When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold

Songs that tell stories are my favorites


Tian-yu Xiong: “This photograph was taken in the National Library of China, which resides in the middle of Haidian, also known as the educational district of Beijing. As I was wandering the hallways of the library I noticed the astonishing view and repetitive lines present in the architecture. The massive amount of people reading books and studying quietly with electronic devices by their sides also drew my attention to this stunning moment.”

I have dreams like this

(Source: granoduro)


Henri Fantin-Latour, Le Soir, 19th century, La Piscine Museum, Robaix


Shirley Temple, 1932, signing her first movie contract - age 4


Allen Egan -THE HERMIT

Take the risk of thinking for yourself, much more happiness, truth, beauty, and wisdom will come to you that way.
Christopher Hitchens (via whats-out-there)
Isn’t it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it?
Richard Dawkins (via philosophy-quotes)


Evgenia Obraztsova as Odile in Swan Lake



Ste-Jeanne d’Arc
La Cathédrale de St-Maurice

Mirepoix, Ariège, France
16 June 2013 [ref: FR13-2741]



"You don’t have to
look both ways, you know.
This is a one-way street,” he’d said,
because that’s
what efficient means.

I’ve lived here four years now.
I know every shortcut
and back-alley,
but still,
I look both ways every time;
there’s just so much to see.

help me i’m so bashful



"Poets and beggars, musicians and prophets, warriors and scoundrels, all creatures of that unbridled reality, we have had to ask but little of imagination, for our crucial problem has been a lack of conventional means to render our lives believable. This, my friends, is the crux of our solitude.”

-Nobel laureate Gabriel García Márquez has died at age 87

(Source: blueangelgk)