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italian-luxury:

Skógafoss, Iceland

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

~ unknown (via broveria)

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jodecides:

ask-oklahoma-america:

sunsetofdoom:

tarch-7:

Toothless is so cute here.

THE DETAILS
HIS NOSTRILS ARE PINK ON THE INSIDES
YOU CAN SEE THE EDGES OF HIS SCALES
HE’S STILL COVERED IN DIRT AND SOOT FROM THE FIGHT
DREAMWORKS WHY ARE YOU SO AWESOME

how could you not want a toothless on your dash


can we talk about hiS EYES


asperatus cloud x


Good conversation turns me on. A connection between two people, a mental one first.

~ Brian Molko  (via 400eurojob)

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soufflesandbowties:

50% of my jokes are self deprecating and 50% are self congratulatory like i’ll say “wow its hot in here…. just like me” and 5 seconds later point at a trash can and say “me”


drewwilsonphoto:

   you feel the train shake the sidewalk beneath your feet and the alcohol has started to hit you hard. you think of him. he thinks of his next drink. you’ve always felt most connected to the sadness. the way it creeps up your spine in the middle of the night. the way it warms your lungs after that whiskey warms your throat. the way it comforts you like no boy ever did. i’ve hit a crease in my page and you’ve hit a nerve in your nervous system. learn to follow your gut before it betrays you. learn to follow your heart before your brain catches on. these are the only words of wisdom i can preach. for i’m merely speaking through metal letters hammered onto a crumbled piece of paper. for i’m merely afraid of my own emotions just like you.