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1 day ago
Life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. Cite Arrow Sarah Kay (via emotional-algebra)

(via whatevrworks)

2 days ago
whatevrworks:

“So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.” ― John Green, Looking for Alaska

whatevrworks:

“So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.” 
― John GreenLooking for Alaska

3 days ago


"Jolene"- Ray LaMontagne 

Since I started this project, I’ve been posting a few songs a week. 2 songs turned into 20, and 20 turned into hundreds. My “Mixtape” has become an accurate portrayal of my eclectic music taste. It is littered with everything from Nickel Creek to Lana Del Rey to The National. But of all the phases of music I’ve walked through, Ray LaMontagne has been a consistent and steady friend. His songs have played through the speakers of my first high school car, as emotional accompaniment as friends said I Do’s, and as a source of familiarity through seasons of uncertainty. 

Since my time in Colorado, I’ve been posting up at coffee shops I admire, hoping to make a friend or two, and ultimately hoping to land a job. Last night was no expectation. I handed off my resumé and sat down to enjoy some iced coffee. A woman handed the barista tickets to see Ray play at Red Rocks Amphitheater, asking him to give them to someone who would enjoy the show. Long story short, I found myself driving into the mountains with 2 of my favorite friends to see this man sing songs and tell stories. 

I’d be lying if I said I was familiar with most of his newer stuff, but when the time came for him to sing this oldie, time stood still. It was lightly raining, and lightning was bouncing off the hills around us. He stood alone in front of thousands of strangers, singing about love lost and genuine heartache. I started thinking about the countless people I’ve sang this song with. Sitting on kitchen counters and empty lifeguard stands. Walking through the snow and sneaking onto rooftops. 

I hope this song holds just as many memories for you, if not more. Cheers to the moments that stir your soul and make you happy to be alive.

(Source: brotherstories, via realityisanillusionist)

4 days ago
whatevrworks:

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whatevrworks:

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5 days ago
realityisanillusionist:

“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.” ― Jonathan Safran Foer

realityisanillusionist:

“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. 
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.” 
― Jonathan Safran Foer

6 days ago

realityisanillusionist:

Slow Life

(full screen recommended)

"Slow" marine animals show their secret life under high magnification. Corals and sponges are very mobile creatures, but their motion is only detectable at different time scales compared to ours and requires time lapses to be seen. These animals build coral reefs and play crucial roles in the biosphere, yet we know almost nothing about their daily lives.

1 week ago
realityisanillusionist:

“Why do you wear a mask and hood?”I think everybody will in the near future,” was the man in black’s reply. “They’re terribly comfortable.” ― William Goldman, The Princess Bride

realityisanillusionist:

“Why do you wear a mask and hood?”
I think everybody will in the near future,” was the man in black’s reply. “They’re terribly comfortable.” 
― William GoldmanThe Princess Bride

(Source: smilingsoul07)

1 week ago
whatevrworks:

“Blue jeans, white shirtWalked into the room you know you made my eyes burnIt was like, James Dean, for sureYou’re so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancerYou were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hopBut you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I knowThat love is mean, and love hurtsBut I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby!
― Lana Del Rey

whatevrworks:

“Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean, for sure
You’re so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby!

― Lana Del Rey

1 week ago
realityisanillusionist:

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1 week ago
realityisanillusionist:

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.” ― Lemony Snicket

realityisanillusionist:

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.” 
― Lemony Snicket

1 week ago
 Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.” ― Marilyn Monroe

 Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.” 
― Marilyn Monroe

(via lady-rose-v-deactivated20140912)

1 week ago

realityisanillusionist:

Don’t think twice, It’s all right.

(Source: saddestsongs)

1 week ago
She longed to know what at that moment was passing in his mind; in what manner he thought of her, and whether, in defiance of everything, she was still dear to him. Cite Arrow Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (via whentheheartwaits)

(Source: pemberley-state-of-mind, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

2 weeks ago
whatevrworks:

“It’s not the face, but the expressions on it. It’s not the voice, but what you say. It’s not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.” ― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

whatevrworks:

“It’s not the face, but the expressions on it. It’s not the voice, but what you say. It’s not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.” 
― Stephenie MeyerThe Host


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