Some people don't want to be saved. Because saving means changing and changing is always harder than staying the same. It takes courage to face yourself in the mirror and look beyond the reflection - to find the you that should have been.
>> Roosa, 18, Finland. I like female characters, french fries and sleeping.


Life is only on Earth. And not for long. Delaney Allen.

"There’s like a million different ways to say “I love you.”

'Put your seat belt on.'
‘Watch your step.’
‘Get some rest.’

…you just gotta listen."

You know the way that children play make-believe in the garden? I did that and I thought, ‘This will do for life. Why would I want to do anything else?’

A MILLION MILES AWAY an acoustic playlist for losing yourself to the rapid waves of life [listen] [download]

+ listen with some ocean waves for a super relaxing atmosphere!!

Anonymous asked:  Marvel or dc? (I'm guessing marvel since dc sucks hehehheeheh)


marvel sucks just as much, it’s like askin which piece of shit smells nicer

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Marvel: I love all my "America" characters equally!
*Earlier that day*:
Marvel: I don't care for Eli
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where is their oscar


Yiqing Yin Couture

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I used to look back at pictures and cringe but actually I’m quite proud that I’ve had fun with fashion and don’t always look perfect. The only regret I have is when I look at something I wore when I was very young and it obviously looks like it belonged to someone else.

Though Amy Adams calls her unadorned hair color golden retriever, “I absolutely identify as a redhead,” she says. Her upcoming feature, Tim Burton’s Big Eyes, required the actress to take on a peroxide-blonde bouffant, but she was quick to return to her adopted hue. “Redheads have a get out of jail free card when it comes to their temper and their sense of humor,” she says. “That suits my personality.” 

Photographed by Annie Leibovitz, Vogue, August 2014 

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ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.”

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