chrisbrinleejr:

In seven days, we hiked 80 miles across an entire mountain range, climbed two 13ers, skinny-dipped in two alpine lakes and a river, I was the first person to summit Mt. Whitney on the 4th of July, and simultaneously we were the first people to witness sunrise on the entire Pacific coast. Summer has begun; adventure has been redefined.

griseus:

deceptionally:

This girl is my role model today haha

You don’t need religion to have morals. If you can’t determine right from wrong then you lack empathy, not religion.
Kane Bailey (via thedapperproject)
The Dresden Dolls - Dirty Business
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pancakeradio:

The Dresden Dolls | Dirty Business
Yes, Virginia… (2006) 

Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I have already heard the word rubbed raw across the flesh of so many girls before me. Thrown at them like rocks that beat the skin of those we do not understand.

“You are beautiful,” we yell with such contempt. “God dammit, why won’t you just believe me, you’re beautiful!” It is not a compliment. It is a victory march of your own self sacrifice. “You’re beautiful,” we say through gritted teeth. “You’re beautiful,” we spit out through tears, looking at a reflection we hate. “You’re beautiful,” we say, holding a body that has never felt the arms of another. “You’re beautiful.”

Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. A word like that floats on the surface, give me something with depth. Tell me I’m intelligent. Tell me I’m courageous. Tell me that when I laugh the whole world smiles. Tell me that my voice is sweeter than strawberries. Remind me that my hands have helped flowers grow, painted the ocean, and captured the sky in my phone. Assure me that with a mind like mine, I can change the world. 

Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I don’t really care if it’s true. I’ve spent years trying to convince myself that beauty goes through and through. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I’ve felt the word splatter against me enough for a lifetime. I am better than the “beautiful” that slips from your lips. I am the ocean, 36,000 feet deep. There are parts of me you have never seen. I am outer space, infinite in your search. I am not simply “beautiful.” I’m a fucking masterpiece.

Not Everyone is Beautiful (via crimson-jpg)

barefootawareness:

There are so many fruits you haven’t tasted, so many beautiful songs you have not discovered, spices you’ve never heard of and intriguing conversations you haven’t had. There are oceans you have not felt and plants you’ve never seen. Books you’ve never read and souls your heart has not touched. This Earth is incredible.

So don’t fucking kill yourself, because the Earth is in constant motion and things are always changing, you are always growing, and here is not where you shall stay.

staceythinx:

Illuminated nights captured by Roberto Bertero

noodlez56:

the-darkest-of-lights:

itscolossal:

The Cloud: An Interactive Thunderstorm in Your House

ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY GLOW CLOUD

This is now my new life goal