Magic is everywhere if you know where to look.

I haven’t caught up on Supernatural yet, but I love this...

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 22:34:08 -0500

I haven’t caught up on Supernatural yet, but I love this show and this song.

hitrecordjoe: Saying cheese with Mumford and Sons before they...

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 18:42:13 -0500

hitrecordjoe:

Saying cheese with Mumford and Sons before they hit rehearsal! :oD #SNL

So much love for this picture.

myinnergentlemanwearstights: Winslow Homer Sunset...

Thu, 03 Jan 2013 18:27:02 -0500

myinnergentlemanwearstights:

Winslow Homer

Sunset Fires

1880

watercolor

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Sat, 15 Dec 2012 17:40:47 -0500

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Sat, 15 Dec 2012 17:40:27 -0500

robot-heart: wanderlust (by Kitty Gallannaugh)

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 15:35:19 -0500

robot-heart:

wanderlust (by Kitty Gallannaugh)

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Thu, 06 Dec 2012 16:13:02 -0500

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Wed, 05 Dec 2012 20:16:44 -0500

robot-heart: Pacific Coast Highway (by freeplaylife)

Sat, 01 Dec 2012 13:59:55 -0500

robot-heart:

Pacific Coast Highway (by freeplaylife)

showslow: Christophe Jacrot, Winter in Town (New York City).

Wed, 21 Nov 2012 02:01:34 -0500

showslow:

Christophe Jacrot, Winter in Town (New York City).

"Do you have stars in your mouth? she asks and I laugh, she’s never tasted winter like I..."

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 01:48:06 -0400

“

Do you have stars
in your mouth?
she asks
and I laugh,
she’s never tasted
winter like I have,
midnights that linger
for days. Yes,
I tell her. Come see.

Will there be breath?
For a while, I whisper
and blow on her hands,
but you will sing
and the aurora lights
will walk across the ice.

She lets me
put my hands on her.
Will I die? her hair
like snow.
Yes. I tell her.
Every time.

”

- “Every Time,” Jude Goodwin (via heavydrug)

sloan-md: ❛How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light...

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 22:12:27 -0400

sloan-md:

❛How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.❜ ©

"Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “It might have been"

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 20:37:49 -0400

“Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “It might have been””

- Kurt Vonnegut (via winner-take-nothing)

"Remember one thing always - that there is no cause to be anxious in life, and all causes are just..."

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 22:57:02 -0400

““Remember one thing always - that there is no cause to be anxious in life, and all causes are just excuses. If you decide not to be anxious, then nothing will make you anxious; there is nothing worth it. Life is such a fleeting phenomenon that is going to disappear one day. Why be bothered too much about it? We are only here for so few days. Just play the game and remain aloof. If one can remain a witness, aloof, distant from things, then anxiety is not possible. Anxiety comes into existence only when we become identified with small things. And they all pass.””

- Osho (via slychedelic)

"I know the whole world is watching now, and I wish you could see what I see but sometimes you have..."

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 22:47:32 -0400

“I know the whole world is watching now, and I wish you could see what I see but sometimes you have to go up really high to understand how small you are.”

- Felix Baumgartner (via blinkanditsover)

robot-heart: triple exposure xpro. venice beach, ca. 2011. (by...

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 20:42:30 -0400

robot-heart:

triple exposure xpro. venice beach, ca. 2011. (by eyetwist)

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Mon, 20 Aug 2012 23:44:08 -0400

blinkanditsover: (by maren-celest)

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 23:38:44 -0400

blinkanditsover:

(by maren-celest)

Chim chimineyChim chiminey Chim chim cher-ee! When you’re with...

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 23:32:07 -0400

Chim chiminey
Chim chiminey
Chim chim cher-ee!
When you’re with a sweep
You’re in glad company

The Loneliest Whale in the World. In 2004, The New York Times...

Tue, 14 Aug 2012 16:39:42 -0400

The Loneliest Whale in the World.

In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:

She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.

Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.