10.22.14 /01:31/ 714
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mickheymilkovich:

bold what applies to you

Appearance:

  • i have blonde hair and green eyes
  • i have red hair and hazel eyes
  • i’m very tall 
  • my hair is really curly
  • i have brown hair and blue or green eyes
  • i have freckles
  • i have black/brown hair and brown eyes
  • i have dimple/s
  • i wear contact lenses
  • i tan easily
  • i have small eyelashes
  • i paint my nails

Clothes / Accessory / Make-up:

  • i hate wearing flip-flops
  • i don’t have converse
  • i wear foundation every day
  • i have stretch marks / tattoos
  • i love wearing head bands
  • i hate wearing mascara
  • i have at least one pair of vans
  • i hate sweaters
  • i love wearing high heels
  • i own brown eyeliner
  • i love skirts/dresses
  • i own at least 3 pairs of jeans
  • i often wear scarves
  • i never wear necklaces

Family / Country:

  • i’m the oldest child
  • i have an older brother
  • i’m from South America 
  • i know how to swear in more than two languages
  • one (or more) of my parents is from another country
  • i have a younger sister
  • i have siblings that live in Asia
  • i’m an orphan
  • i have family that live in Australia
  • i know two or more languages

School / Job:

  • i’m in high school 
  • i love history
  • i have/had a teacher that is great in explaining and actually teaching
  • i got fired
  • i know what i want to do in the future
  • i don’t do an extracurricular activity  
  • i learn more than one language 
  • i love math
  • i already have a job
  • my grades are almost never excellent/very good
  • i want to go to college
  • i want to be professional athlete / writer / artist

I have:

  • broken a bone
  • ridden a motorcycle
  • a best friend
  • a favorite song
  • sung in the shower
  • punched / slapped somebody
  • told somebody they are pretty
  • my own room
  • a star crush
  • pets
  • kissed a boy/ a girl 
  • online best friends
  • spent whole night without sleeping
  • girlfriend / boyfriend 

I’m afraid of:

  • insects/ snakes
  • people disliking me
  • somebody yelling at me
  • somebody finding out a secret about me
  • my favorite character dying
  • stormy weather
  • death
  • having to talk in front of people
  • heights
  • pain
  • kissing somebody
  • small rooms

I love:

  • sci-fi
  • sleeping until 12pm
  • fluffy blankets
  • animals
  • swimming / diving
  • watching movies
  • channing tatum
  • pizza
  • hot chocolate
  • running
  • baking / cooking
  • harry potter
  • cold showers
  • my hair
  • my wardrobe
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ambermozo:

 
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findmomo:

Pretty much stares at me while driving always.
10.21.14 /18:44/ 7225
cylsrecords:

keirodonn:

The Great Albatross - Roots
(Count Your Lucky Stars Records)
7” here
support Wesley and his amazing music

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10.21.14 /17:25/ 12
lifeof-ty:

wistfullycountry:

Oregano Honey Cake With Blackberry Buttercream + A Cookbook by Eva Kosmas Flores on Flickr.

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10.21.14 /16:39/ 87

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.

~   Hermann HesseBäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte (via feellng)
10.21.14 /15:52/ 100439

jaybreexc:

daily reminder that the boy you’re in love with at 16 probably won’t matter when you’re 25.

daily reminder that the math test you failed your freshman year of high school probably won’t matter when you’re graduating college.

daily reminder that the problems you’re facing today may seem like the worlds end, but they will not matter in a year.

daily reminder that you’re going to be okay.

everything is going to be okay.

Needed this

overdose-art:

Art History Meme : [1/13] Ocean and sea through art history

↳ Gustave Courbet (French, 1819-1877)

  • Marine, The Waterspout (1870)
  • The Sea (1865)
  • Autumn Sea (1819)

"In a huge, empty room, a fat, dirty, greasy man was slapping white paint on a blank canvas with a kitchen knife. From time to time he would press his face against the window and look out at the storm. The sea came so close that it seemed to batter the house and completely envelope it in its foam and roar. The salty water beat against the windowpanes like hail, and ran down the walls. On his mantelpiece was a bottle of cider next to a half-filled glass. Now and then, Courbet would take a few swigs, and then return to his work. This work became The Wave, and caused quite a sensation around the world”. (x)

- Guy de Maupassant, 1886

10.21.14 /14:57/ 830

chrisbrinleejr:

Today was fun. We found our own private blue lagoon up in the mountains 45 minutes southwest of Reykjavik, Iceland. The water was warmed by the many hot springs located in the area; temperatures were balanced out by the cool water flowing in. Perfect. We were the only people around for miles; our spirits could not be contained.

turinqs:

mbf turinqs 
reblog 
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prizes: 
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10.21.14 /14:45/ 149
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