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humorcat:

darrynek:

the nominees are

  • leonardo dicaprio
  • leonardo dicaprio
  • leonardo dicaprio
  • leonardo dicaprio
  • leonardo dicaprio

and the winner is *opens envelope*

  • adele

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited


"Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck – and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation – only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum – and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film."
- Letters From Nowhere (via toocooltobehipster)

mountainboats:

the real reason pluto’s not a planet anymore is because Holst didn’t write a movement for it so astronomers decided it wasn’t that important really and kicked it out of the solar system i’m glad your childhoods were all crushed by this


photojojo:

In Situations, French artist Maia Flore photographs a solitary red figure in a misty atmosphere. The images that are half landscape and half portrait are part of a larger series that will blow you away. 

Portraits of a Single Figure Facing the World 

via Artchipel


travelingcolors: Sunset at Blueridge Parkway | North Carolina (by Rob Travis)

modernmethadone:

helterskelts:

and then I have a sandwich and then I start to feel better and I think “oh, I was just hungry!”



You will always be a child of two worlds.



okayophelia: S P A C E  I S  H O L Y  | (π) (listen) For when humanity stretches out its hand and pierces the heavens with a thought and a body falling through space, when we draw lines through exploding stars and spinning solar systems and worship at the altar of an ever expanding horizon. When we never stop free falling outward into nebulas and onward in our fleets of light into the unexplored and uncharted depths. When we peer through the vast and little glory of our own perception and into something that, though beyond even our gods, lies within our very skin. When we feel the stardust exploding in our veins. When the universe is a cruel and indifferent god; full beauteous with the faith of physics arcing through its depths in time out of mind and out of the shining need buried in our guts. For when we fly. On The Nature of Daylight, MAX RICHTER • Thin Blue Flame, JOSH RITTER • Parallel Universe, GYPSY & THE CAT • Lower Your Eyelids to Die with the Sun, M83 • The Surface of the Sun, JOHN MURPHY • Alegría, CIRQUE DU SOLEIL • Dauðalogn, SIGUR ROS •  Set The Fire To The Third Bar, SNOW PATROL • Battlestar Sonatica, BEAR MCREARY • Death is the Road to Awe, CLINT MANSELL •  Now We Are Free, ENYA • Just Like You Imagined, NIN

okayophelia:

S P A C E  I S  H O L Y  | (π) (listen)

For when humanity stretches out its hand and pierces the heavens with a thought and a body falling through space, when we draw lines through exploding stars and spinning solar systems and worship at the altar of an ever expanding horizon. When we never stop free falling outward into nebulas and onward in our fleets of light into the unexplored and uncharted depths. When we peer through the vast and little glory of our own perception and into something that, though beyond even our gods, lies within our very skin. When we feel the stardust exploding in our veins. When the universe is a cruel and indifferent god; full beauteous with the faith of physics arcing through its depths in time out of mind and out of the shining need buried in our guts. For when we fly.

On The Nature of Daylight, MAX RICHTER • Thin Blue Flame, JOSH RITTER • Parallel Universe, GYPSY & THE CAT • Lower Your Eyelids to Die with the Sun, M83 • The Surface of the Sun, JOHN MURPHY • Alegría, CIRQUE DU SOLEIL • Dauðalogn, SIGUR ROS •  Set The Fire To The Third Bar, SNOW PATROL • Battlestar Sonatica, BEAR MCREARY • Death is the Road to Awe, CLINT MANSELL •  Now We Are Free, ENYA • Just Like You Imagined, NIN