Before I cross the river Styx.

ernbarassing:

You say I’m wearing too much black but all I hear is I look great

amerlcanapparel:

google is great because you can ask something really obvious and nobody has to know

The only ones
who are empty
are those who
refuse to take
anything else
in.
share with me all your bad days, let me lend you my good ~ Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)
breathtakingdestinations:

Paris - France (von lgh75)

breathtakingdestinations:

Paris - France (von lgh75)

So she was turned away
To hide her face, her lips, her guilt among the trees,
Even their leaves, to haunt caves of the forest,
To feed her love on melancholy sorrow,
Which, sleepless, turned her body to a shade,
First pale fire and wrinkled, then a sheet of air,
Then bones, which some-say turned to thin-worn rocks;
And last her voice remained. Vanished in forest,
Far from her usual walks on hills and valleys,
She’s heard by all who call; her voice has life.
Ovid, Metamorphoses (via camilla-macauley)
breathtakingdestinations:

Big Sur - California - USA (by Doug Van Kirk)

breathtakingdestinations:

Big Sur - California - USA (by Doug Van Kirk)

breathtakingdestinations:

Lewes - East Sussex - England (von Harshil.Shah)

breathtakingdestinations:

Lewes - East Sussex - England (von Harshil.Shah)

ellendegeneres:

It’s called Hoop Dee Do Me