Karen, Karen, Karen

That doesn't make sense.

uneboulette:

katespencer:

normanbuckley:

This existential 5-year-old wants time to stop.  And who doesn’t relate to this at one time or another in their lives?

This is me every time I look at Harry Styles. 

If you ever wanted to know what it was like to be around me when I’m super drunk, here you go.

Karen in the form of a little white girl

(via caragh)

People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances with our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.

Vacations

The struggle with not wanting to be an ungrateful jerk, but failing to find joy in anything. aaAaaaaaaaaaahhaaaaaaa!!
My “everything is meaningless” mindset thrives in stimulating environments.

Paper is paper is paper plastic is plastic is plastic ink is ink is ink photographs failed recreations

johnstortz:

Topography of a Horse Falling.

Follow this guy’s blog! 
Spotted this over at Society6 a while back. It’s gorgeous and makes me emotional every single time. Succumber.

johnstortz:

Topography of a Horse Falling.

Follow this guy’s blog! Spotted this over at Society6 a while back. It’s gorgeous and makes me emotional every single time. Succumber.

Circa Survive

—Meet Me In Montauk

circaboard:

Circa Survive - Meet Me In Montauk

I’ve been wandering around, making up movies in my head
modifiedmuggles:

Anthony green

I’m not the greatest fan, but there is no other artist that better helps me see music for what it is—a gift

modifiedmuggles:

Anthony green

I’m not the greatest fan, but there is no other artist that better helps me see music for what it is—a gift

carlagannis:

“The anger of the weak never goes away, Professor, it just gets a little moldy. It molds like a beautiful blue cheese in the dark, growing stronger, and more interesting. The poor and the weak die with all their anger intact and probably those angers go on growing in the dark of the grave like the hair and the nails.” 

― Marge Piercy from “Woman on the Edge of Time”