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@5 hours ago with 2964 notes

"I love nature. I’ve always loved nature. Ever since I can remember I would watch shows about it on Animal Planet and Discovery Chanel. Some of my earliest memories are of watching a show where a boy and Mother Nature talk about animals and the wild world, I can’t remember what it’s called now. I remember weekends when I would visit the beach and touch everything I could, and days when I would run around the zoo and my parents would have to chase after me. Something inside me still stirs like that of a child in awe and wonder whenever I touch nature, whenever I stop to look or touch it, whenever I can completely shroud myself in it. I only wish that people were as wondered by nature as I was as a child and still continue to be to this very day. On days when I am indoors my only desire is to step out and lay under the warm sun as it touches my skin, to feel I am one with it for that brief moment in time, that I am one with the plants who bask in the daylight, like the animals that crawl, or fly, or run, or lay beneath it. I want to see the world for all its beauty and chaos and appreciate it for all it has given to me, to us tiny creatures that live in tiny spots in tiny regions of this great big world. I feel that as a human being I should see everything that the world contains, whether it be through a screen, or from a distance so diminutive that not even air can prevent the impact of my fingertips onto its surface. It is a privilege that I do not want to let go to waste, especially since others of my kind, of our kind, rip at it and kill it. In fifty years, what do you think will happen to the things you love about nature? Do you really believe that they will still look just as beautiful?"

ElociN (via psych-facts)
@6 hours ago with 909 notes

"ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela."

@6 hours ago with 190324 notes
exam:

MONICA RAMOS

exam:

MONICA RAMOS

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silkdashocker:

Ig - @daveheights

silkdashocker:

Ig - @daveheights

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@6 hours ago with 3025 notes
sean-codyvevo:

bored-no-more:

Sand storm, it’s just a storm …. wait who turned off the light?

OMG THIS IS HORRIFYING

sean-codyvevo:

bored-no-more:

Sand storm, it’s just a storm …. wait who turned off the light?

OMG THIS IS HORRIFYING

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@6 hours ago with 82020 notes

"Every act of perception, is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination."

Oliver Sacks Goodreads (via psych-facts)
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apprenticenecromage:

i enjoy the simple things in life

like recklessly spending my cash and being a disappointment to my family

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@6 hours ago with 306518 notes

eastcoastslang:

im in the mood to receive a check for six hundred thousand dollars 

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@6 hours ago with 586202 notes

"Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see."

Mark Twain  (via fuckinq)

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