Elisa Narborough.

“You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

foolnamealexa:

september

foolnamealexa:

september

(via drowned-anxiety)

delta-breezes:

Sincerely, Kinsey
cinnahearts:

Mini Bite Size Tiramisu (by StormieB)

cinnahearts:

Mini Bite Size Tiramisu (by StormieB)

(via kindings)

arcaines:

untitled by sara gilanchi on Flickr.

arcaines:

untitled by sara gilanchi on Flickr.

(Source: ablazinq, via nooralogy)

“People who dismiss the unemployed and dependent as ‘parasites’ fail to understand economics and parasitism. A successful parasite is one that is not recognized by its host, one that can make its host work for it without appearing as a burden. Such is the ruling class in a capitalist society.”

—   Jason Read (via dasfest)

(Source: reddit.com, via dasfest)

cuprikorn:

morihiko by yurrru on Flickr.

cuprikorn:

morihiko by yurrru on Flickr.

(via 2brownbears)

charlesmmacaulay:

endless list of favourite books
↳ East of Eden by John Steinbeck

“In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted short-cuts to love. When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world. 
We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly re-spawn, while good, while virtue is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.”

charlesmmacaulay:

endless list of favourite books

↳ East of Eden by John Steinbeck

“In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted short-cuts to love. When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.

We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly re-spawn, while good, while virtue is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.”