there is beauty in life


  1. Having a soulmate is not always about love. You can find your soulmate in a friendship too.

    Unknown 

    (via lyonsheart)

    Or go ahead and believe love is the end goal of everything, just realize that there are lots of different kinds of love from tons of different sources, and that “not having one does not mean you don’t have any of the rest. ” (Brianna Wiest)

    (via lonely-handed)

  2. pomeray:

jenny holzer

    pomeray:

    jenny holzer

    (via whoduhthunkit)

  3. wnderlst:

Mt. Rundle, Canada | Erik McRitchie

    wnderlst:

    Mt. Rundle, Canada | Erik McRitchie

    (via ponderation)

  4. "That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar”, every “supreme leader”, every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam" - Carl Sagan.

    (via whoduhthunkit)

  5. spoken-not-written:

    the next time you think you’re lonely, just remember you have about 25 billion white blood cells in your body protecting your sorry little ass with their life. you have 25 billion friends who would die for you. no need for tears.

    (via underthesamesky523)

  6. knuffelvos:

    wear your armor

    whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”

    wear your armor and kick ass

    (via keepyourheadhighbeautifulgirl)

  7. libutron:

Schlegel’s Asity - Philepitta schlegeli
This fantastic bird is a Schlegel’s Asity male, and has the scientific name of Philepitta schlegeli (Passeriformes - Philepittidae). It is a forest dependent species endemic to Madagascar, listed as Near Threatened on the IUCN Red List. 
This species has elaborate secondary sexual characters. Adult breeding males of the Schlegel’s Asity have supraorbital caruncles, which are feather- less, fleshy excrescences of the dermis above the eye. These caruncles are pearly light green below and in front of the eyes, blue above the eyes, and turquoise behind the eyes.
References: [1] - [2] - [3]
Photo credit: ©Francesco Veronesi | Locality: Ankarafantsika, Madagascar (2014)

    libutron:

    Schlegel’s Asity - Philepitta schlegeli

    This fantastic bird is a Schlegel’s Asity male, and has the scientific name of Philepitta schlegeli (Passeriformes - Philepittidae). It is a forest dependent species endemic to Madagascar, listed as Near Threatened on the IUCN Red List. 

    This species has elaborate secondary sexual characters. Adult breeding males of the Schlegel’s Asity have supraorbital caruncles, which are feather- less, fleshy excrescences of the dermis above the eye. These caruncles are pearly light green below and in front of the eyes, blue above the eyes, and turquoise behind the eyes.

    References: [1] - [2] - [3]

    Photo credit: ©Francesco Veronesi | Locality: Ankarafantsika, Madagascar (2014)

  8. humansofnewyork:

"I don’t know much about him. My aunt tells me that he was smart and funny, and that I’m a lot like him because I’m stubborn. I know that I have his nose. But other than that, he’s just the man who walked out on me and my mother. He’d call every few months when I was really young, but eventually that stopped. I can’t convince myself that he’s mean, because then I’ll be angry forever. I’m sure plenty of people who know him think that he’s a really nice guy.""Would you like to know him?""I can’t say that I want to know him really, but I would like to know about him. I’d like to see how he behaves, how he walks, if he seems different than the other people I see on the street. I’m interested in his story just like I’m interested in everyone else’s story. Only a little more so, because I’m a part of his story."
(Mexico City, Mexico)

    humansofnewyork:

    "I don’t know much about him. My aunt tells me that he was smart and funny, and that I’m a lot like him because I’m stubborn. I know that I have his nose. But other than that, he’s just the man who walked out on me and my mother. He’d call every few months when I was really young, but eventually that stopped. I can’t convince myself that he’s mean, because then I’ll be angry forever. I’m sure plenty of people who know him think that he’s a really nice guy."
    "Would you like to know him?"
    "I can’t say that I want to know him really, but I would like to know about him. I’d like to see how he behaves, how he walks, if he seems different than the other people I see on the street. I’m interested in his story just like I’m interested in everyone else’s story. Only a little more so, because I’m a part of his story."

    (Mexico City, Mexico)

  9. phatpuppyart:

Silent Snowfall With Kuoma-stock.deviantart.com
Phatpuppyart.com

    phatpuppyart:

    Silent Snowfall
    With
    Kuoma-stock.deviantart.com

    Phatpuppyart.com

  10. Relationships — whether we’re talking about friends, family, romance, sexual relationships or even the relationship we have with the person who waits for the bus at the same time we do — aren’t like buying jeans, where we have to try and fit into what’s already been made for just anyone. […]

    Instead, relationships are something we get to make from scratch with other people, and that we ideally make together as a custom fit.

    Heather, Scarleteen
  11. "Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?"

    sharknadoconnor:

    Suddenly, there is a great rumbling.

    Over hill, over dale, through forest, through fog, they come. Some walk. Some fly. Some crawl. Some simply move deep within the bowels of the earth. They are massive in number, terrifying in their fury. They blot out the sun from the grass below. They nearly shake the earth from orbit with their rage.

    They are the English majors. 

    They give a fuck about an Oxford comma.