I Love the night,but it’s also my worst enemy
The last thing I want to do is make you not like me anymore,I don’t want to screw anything up between and I feel like I already have, I’m scared to put my heart out there again and I don’t want to get my hopes up
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
Ya well I can’t blame them for climbing that
Just look at that incredible fucking view
If anyone did something like this in Russia they would be executed or jailed, funny that
Thank you for staying with me
when I’m at my worst.
Thank you for letting me
fall into your arms.
Thank you for being my home.
I think people are most beautiful,
when they aren’t trying to be.
When you catch them
When the light reflects perfectly off their face,
giving them a heavenly glow.
When you catch them doing a silly little dance whilst cooking up dinner.
When they are lying in bed, tangled in sheets,
sleeping. Not having a single bad thought cross their precious mind.
That’s when I find you at your best.
(Source: peachykid)Via Garbage.
I love when it rains. I love unmade beds. I love that little gasp someone takes when their favorite character dies. I love how, when a person is drunk and you ask them a deep question, they become completely honest in that one moment. I love when people cherish the spaces between their fingers. I love when people stay. I love how, when someone doesn’t know how to use a camera, someone else will come up behind them, wrap their arms around them, and hold the camera steady for them, teaching them. I love the look in people’s eyes when they first wake up, because they look lost. And then familiarity reappears, and it’s magic because it’s as if they’ve found home again. You see, each of us can write a list of the things we love, and the list can go on for quite a while. But how long do you think it takes for someone to say “Myself”?– Mackenzie E.B. (unanqelic)
(Source: unanqelic)Via Recalcitrant
Just fuck it, I shouldn’t even care at this point. You do it all the time to me
There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
This was really an amazing and necessary thing to read right now.