motherjones:

CHART: Mass shootings more lethal than homegrown Islamist terrorism in the US.

I was going to post this to my Facebook page too, but, then I remembered that no one in my real life gives a fuck about this shit..
if its not the Bachelor or the Super Bowl, then no one cares.

motherjones:

CHART: Mass shootings more lethal than homegrown Islamist terrorism in the US.

I was going to post this to my Facebook page too, but, then I remembered that no one in my real life gives a fuck about this shit..

if its not the Bachelor or the Super Bowl, then no one cares.

(via kissing-whiskey)

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #297 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #297 by Tyler Knott Gregson

(via hennnypotter)

I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my life more fully, enjoy more, experience more. I want to develop even more original and more unconventional traits. — Anais Nin (via theantidote)
breezingby:

Coastal Dreams

breezingby:

Coastal Dreams

(via redjeep)

The Most Astounding Fact by Neil deGrasse Tyson

"we want to feel relevant..we want to feel connected..we want to feel like you’re a participant in the goings on of the activities and events around you..that’s precisely what we are..just by being alive.."

afancyflamingo:

abinational:

I have to give a presentation today to 80 people.

Every day in class.

GPOY

afancyflamingo:

abinational:

I have to give a presentation today to 80 people.

Every day in class.

GPOY

Xx - Teardrops (live)

a symphony orchestra.
there is a thunderstorm,
they are playing a Wagner overture
and the people leave their seats under the trees
and run inside to the pavilion
the women giggling, the men pretending calm,
wet cigarettes being thrown away,
Wagner plays on, and then they are all under the
pavilion. the birds even come in from the trees
and enter the pavilion and then it is the Hungarian
Rhapsody #2 by Lizst, and it still rains, but look,
one man sits alone in the rain
listening. the audience notices him. they turn
and look. the orchestra goes about its
business. the man sits in the night in the rain,
listening. there is something wrong with him,
isn’t there?
he came to hear the music.
— “Rain” Charles Bukowski (via blue-ridge-mountains)

(via blue-ridge-mountains-deactivate)

(via blua)