new Banks track today. yes, good.

(Source: Spotify)

doing just fine hour to hour, note to note…

(Source: Spotify)

having a 90’s morning. (more than usual)

(Source: Spotify)

explore-blog:

For a moment of sheer cosmic and earthly awe: This might look like a surrealist painting, but it’s a 270-image composite taken over two hours in Indonesia, including the erupting Mount Semeru, star trails in the sky, and a meteor streaking across on the right. 
With a sight like this, how is one not to contemplate our longing for permanence and agree with Carl Sagan that nature is the greatest source of spirituality?

explore-blog:

For a moment of sheer cosmic and earthly awe: This might look like a surrealist painting, but it’s a 270-image composite taken over two hours in Indonesia, including the erupting Mount Semeru, star trails in the sky, and a meteor streaking across on the right. 

With a sight like this, how is one not to contemplate our longing for permanence and agree with Carl Sagan that nature is the greatest source of spirituality?

(via bootstrapmaggie)

"To love another is something
like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief."

Anne Sexton (via 5000letters)

this.

(via alonesomes)

deducecanoe:

I interrupt my frequent unhappy rants about my low self esteem, panic-inducing lifestyle and all the ways fandom craps on itself to bring you ducklings in dresses made of cupcake papers. Ok. You need this. Shut up and accept that you need this.


I so need this. yes.

deducecanoe:

I interrupt my frequent unhappy rants about my low self esteem, panic-inducing lifestyle and all the ways fandom craps on itself to bring you ducklings in dresses made of cupcake papers. Ok. You need this. Shut up and accept that you need this.

I so need this. yes.

(Source: awwww-cute, via bootstrapmaggie)

"

Flannel shirt on the subway,
I love you.
Bodyguard arms, hands
clasped below the bellybutton.
Who are you protecting?

From across the train, I love you.
And maybe I can’t remember your
face, but I remember your clothes.

I remember the girl waiting for
you at the station and how your
body uncoiled at the sight of her.

I remember the slouch of your back once she touched you.


From the other end of Brooklyn,
I love you. Could have loved you.

Not as a stranger on the train,
not as a pair of eyes looking
too long, blinking.

Heart beating too fast
and screaming
not mine not mine not mine.


In another world, I am the dream on
the platform, one foot on the yellow
line, waiting for your walk.

I kiss the rigid out of you.

I take your name out from under
my tongue and hand it to you.

"

Caitlyn Siehl, Subway (via alonesomes)

omgggggg. I love this.

(via alonesomes)

these two. #lovelovelove @aretefyre #max

these two. #lovelovelove @aretefyre #max

obsessed with the anchor stained glass window on this church. ⚓️💕⚓️💕⚓️💕⚓️

obsessed with the anchor stained glass window on this church. ⚓️💕⚓️💕⚓️💕⚓️