midnight-radio:

marsiouxpial: saint sebastian by leon bakst (via t. van gieson)

predictable reblog is predictable.

closertotheocean:

aja:

Your Rocky Spine - The Great Lake Swimmers

I was lost in the lakes
And the shapes that your body makes
That your body makes, that your body makes
That your body makes

The mountains said I could find you here
They whispered the snow and the leaves in my ear
I traced my finger along your trails
Your body was the map, I was lost in it

Floating over your rocky spine
The glaciers made you, and now you’re mine
Floating over your rocky spine
The glaciers made you, and now you’re mine

I was moving across your frozen veneer
The sky was dark but you were clear
Could you feel my footsteps
And would you shatter, would you shatter, would you

And with your soft fingers between my claws
Like purity against resolve
I could tell, then and there, that we were formed from the clay
And came from the rocks for the earth to display

They told me to be careful up there
Where the wind blows a venomous rage through your hair
They told me to be careful up there
Where the wind rages through your hair

lurve. always.

iveneverheardofyou:

what would life be like if you could only communicate through punctuation?

awesome?

midnight-radio:

origin of love (with lyrics) (via OutlawGene)

Woke up with this stuck in my head; not sure how that happened.

whut up trangst.

also, predictable auto-reblog.

I sometimes get disappointed that I’ve missed my window to be the combined victim and perpetrator of one of those cases where someone underage takes a naked picture of themselves and the legal system implodes a little.

what do i even do? do i have three day’s worth of stuff to do? what?

ihatethismess:

magicsuitcase

The Couple Separated for the Longest Time (60 years)

Sixty years ago, Boris and Anna Kozlov were married for only three days before he had to ship out with his Red Army unit. When he returned, Anna and her family were gone – exiled to Siberia by Stalin’s purges. Then one day, on a chance encounter, they found each other again!

“I thought my eyes were playing games on me,” Anna said. “I saw this familiar looking man approaching me, his eyes gazing at me. My heart jumped. I knew it was him. I was crying with joy.” 80 years-old Boris had returned to visit his parents’ grave. As he stepped out of the car, he looked up to see Anna standing by her old house, where they had lived for the few days after the wedding. “I ran up to her and said: ‘My darling, I’ve been waiting for you for so long. My wife, my life…’”

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So sweet!

that is so awesome!

this made me cryyyyy

something goes here I think or else the cut doesn’t stick:

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abbyjean:

Looking for a single post that sums up the irrational, polarized, go-team mindset of modern political discussion? Well, look no further than A Picture Worth A Thousand Words on the Say Anything Blog. As if the simple number of pages something uses speaks to its value. Of course, that first smaller pile isn’t weighed down with pesky unnecessary pages like those requiring coverage for preexisting conditions. (sauer)

Wait, is this somehow supposed to make me side with the republicans? I’m supposed to prefer less work done to ensure that I’m going to get healthcare of some sort why? Because it’s better for the legislature’s paper budget? What? All I know is I saw that and said I’LL TAKE THE BIG ONE.