sonlco:

alexicography:

Tibetan Mastiffs are apparently Pokemons.

10/10 would ride it into battle

sonlco:

alexicography:

Tibetan Mastiffs are apparently Pokemons.

10/10 would ride it into battle

(Source: do-m-i-n-o)

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andreagillmer:

explorerspress:

These are now available on www.explorerspress.com since so many people asked for em! Still will be shipping for free with hat orders also! #explorerspress

😍💖💖

andreagillmer:

explorerspress:

These are now available on www.explorerspress.com since so many people asked for em! Still will be shipping for free with hat orders also! #explorerspress

😍💖💖

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trippiest:

what a beautiful day to not be in high school

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(Source: rafafo)

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"The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake and your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your soul mate, you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation."

(via comingforthecrown)

(Source: sweetcheeksaremadeofthese)

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my-teen-quote:

click for relatable on your dash!

my-teen-quote:

click for relatable on your dash!

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(Source: brobecks)

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(Source: volcanic)

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(Source: only-exist-in-my-dreams)

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kimkallday:

www.kimkallday.tumblr.com

kimkallday:

www.kimkallday.tumblr.com

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(Source: welovekanyewest)

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wedontlikegolf:

Y E E Z U S

wedontlikegolf:

Y E E Z U S

Reblogged from thatguyamil, 1,800 notes, August 19, 2014

"

Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

"

Walt Whitman (via ventrice1221)

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allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Robin Williams
Rest in peace.

allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Robin Williams

Rest in peace.

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