Ata, 17. Lame by day, lamer by night.
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artvevo:

Swedish native Sophie Mörner and her friends took a day-trip to a park, setting up camp in the woods. Mörner captured the above photo early in the morning, her sleepers made up of friends, acquaintances and a few strangers all basking in the glow of the warming sun. The colors and composition become a painterly tableau, Mörner’s subjects lounging and oblivious as if in an enchanted slumber. For Mörner, the image represents the ultimate relaxation and harmony, lost in the moment to nature

rosyln:

Life in Gaza

Fuck you for making me feel like I was unlovable.
Moriah Pearson, ten word letters to my exes #1 (via mooneyedandglowing) ←

So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.

The Staying Philosophy (Everyday Isa) ←

swim-deep:

istropical:

istropical:

This photo was taken on a tour a few years back in Birmingham when we made prison ‘peace’ tattoos on Harri and Austin, they later formed ‘Peace’ and ‘Swim Deep’

Get the t-shirt here: http://istropical.sandbaghq.com/volcano-shirt-white.html

Lots of love

I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had.
Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (via fables-of-the-reconstruction) ←

For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via larmoyante) ←

Jean-Honoré Fragonard :
The Progress of Love: The Lover Crowned (1771-1772) details.