The Butterfly Circus
Here’s a little bit of inspiration for those of us who need it.
80 Is this real?! It’s not tagged with anything! :(
Yea these are real, its a Lightning storm crossing paths with the Icelandic volcano Eyjafjallajökull’s eruption column.
Here’s a link to the National Geographic Article
Nature is freaking metal
Iceland?
You start to realize why a god of storms & thunder featured so heavily in Norse myth
Never not cool seeing these.
Tell me again why you think magic isn’t real?
(Source: , via twilightramblings)
this is actually disgusting.
Saw “THIS”?! They immediately dehumanized this woman and then further dehumanized her by stating they would rape her. Every one of these males. Rape was the first thing that came to mind. This is beyond disgusting.
Go on. Tell me rape culture isn’t real. Tell me how “Everyone knows rape is wrong.”
Go on. Tell me again about how that male sexual entitlement over women’s bodies isn’t so much of an issue I’m sexist if I dare generalize men.
Tell me.
I fucking dare you.
*table flip*
NO. JUST NO.
I can’t actually believe this. Ok, I can, but that is the saddest part of all. I wish for once men would seriously imagine themselves being raped (and yes, it can and does happen). I guarantee they would not be so quick to answer, or act, if they did.
(Source: idiotsonfb, via twilightramblings)
An abandoned Atlanta school’s bathroom is slowly reclaimed by ivy and kudzu.
That is a very unfortunately placed window for the people who had to use this room before the plants took it.
(via sircle)
(Source: moni1012)
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4Smack dab in the middle is not as fun as it sounds.
Is it just me or does anyone else feel like they are walking the thinnest line of their life, right between fearing everything and loving everything? The world is all beauty and wonder, but it’s so full of pain and danger that I’m scared to let myself do anything. I want love (I want it to the point that it’s almost painful) but I’m too damn scared to let myself go, to put myself out there, for fear of being hurt. I don’t know when these conflicting feelings began, but they certainly aren’t going anywhere fast and it’s keeping me still. I can’t move. I can’t go forward because I’m scared, and I can’t go back because, well, I’m not wizard! The end result of this is that I feel like I’m being ripped in two. I want to do things, but I can’t. I need to make that leap, but I won’t. I want to burst out crying but I know that very well won’t help me with anything. So what the hell do I do? Is there anyone out there who feels the same?
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I write to show my strength.
I write to let out all the characters inside of me.
I write to explore all the things I love.
(Source: qomoi, via missmorgana)
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