crescentmoon06:

Dead End, Keith Alexander

crescentmoon06:

Dead End, Keith Alexander

asapscience:

How Much Sleep Do You Actually Need?

Feeling tired? You may not be getting enough sleep, or maybe even too much. Find out what science says about how much sleep YOU should be getting.

Neat

horrorharem:

"Men in Black" 1997 Will Smith

horrorharem:

"Men in Black" 1997 Will Smith

nudism-naturism:

herculesandorpheus:

Working Girl’s Doodle Book and Working Girl’s Doodle Book, Volume 2

Just draw in the penises!  We love it.

My birthday is coming up lmao

Every time you are tempted to react in the same old way, ask if you want to be a prisoner of the past or a pioneer of the future.
Deepak Chopra (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
trippiest:

blazepress:

Now I can die in peace.


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trippiest:

blazepress:

Now I can die in peace.

Trippiest blog on Tumblr!

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So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide

Meredith Grey  (via donteverletanyonedullyoursparkle)

[And if the decision is wrong, have the courage and strength to pick yourself up and decide all over again. Carry on.]

(via wordpainting)
But something held him, as the fatalist can always be held: by curiosity, pessimism, by sheer inertia. Meanwhile the affair went on, submerging him more and more by the imperious and overriding fury of those nights. Perhaps he realizes that he could not escape. Anyway, he stayed, watching the two creatures that struggled in the one body like two moon-gleamed shapes struggling drowning in alternate throes upon the surface of a black thick pool beneath the last moon. Now it would be that still, cold, contained figure of the first phase who, even though lost and damned, remained somehow impervious and impregnable; then it would be the other, the second one, who in furious denial of that impregnability strove to drown in the black abyss of its own creating that physical purity which had been preserved too long now even to be lost. Now and then they would come to the black surface, locked like sisters; the black waters would drain away. Then the world would rush back: the room, the walls, the peaceful myriad sound of insects from beyond the summer windows where insects had whirred for forty years. She would stare at him then with the wild, despairing face of a stranger; looking at her then he paraphrased himself: “She wants to pray, but she don’t know how to do that either.”
Light in August, by William Faulkner
Multipass

Multipass

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