Try again, baby, run into the world with your ears vulnerable to the music of the wind and your mouth open to taste the air’s salty sea mist. Let everything be open: your hands, to touch the rugged creases of one hundred year old oaks; your toes, to sprint bare across a wide field; your mind, to absorb the stories of those around you; your heart, to feel their stories and hold them as your own, to feel everyone and everything, and to remember that this is not over, and this will never be over, for as long as your pulse drums against your rib cage, you are alive and you might as well touch, absorb, inhale, and feel everything.
Market in Gaza. Food shortage?
cat eyes =D
I’m so obsessed with eyes, it’s really weird, and I don’t know why anyone ever talks to me
But look how beautiful these are
(via surfpatrol)
“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.” — Pablo Neruda (via talkativolive)
May in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.
(Source: rakiahashiworld)
Into the storm. (by David Talley)
(via crucium)
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tigers should not be on leashes thank you very much
I don’t care if you’re Buddhists, get that animal off a leash. Tigers are NOT tame or domesticated animals, and if it’s subdued enough to be on a leash without attacking them, it’s been DRUGGED.
(Source: the-shinigamii, via surfpatrol)
It’s true that you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.
Hold everyone you love a little more tightly.