diggly:

mamacastiel:

why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain

no one tell him

diggly:

mamacastiel:

why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain

no one tell him

coconut-daizy:

w-a-t-e-r-l-i-l-y-s:

surfandsalt:

fuckitletsgobowling:

therecklesslifee:

explicitit:

drainedenergy:

travelerschecks:

featherumbrellas:

lmfaoswed:

m-ayflower:

the last sentence :(

Everything is perfect until the last sentence…

I think i’ve got a million comments about the last sentence, but that’s the entire point to the poem. You fall in love with the feeling of being wanted, you fall in love with the places you visit, the routine, and mostly you fall in love with being comfortable. You are there because you want to be able to love that person, but you can’t force yourself, and you won’t. 

the last sentence is what makes this so perfect. it’s honest and a twist that you aren’t expecting and I love that in writing.

this is actually one of the most beautiful things i have ever read..

How I always feel about people.

wow.

Holy shit.

Fuck this is my favorite thing in this world

q’d

well that hit its mark

coconut-daizy:

w-a-t-e-r-l-i-l-y-s:

surfandsalt:

fuckitletsgobowling:

therecklesslifee:

explicitit:

drainedenergy:

travelerschecks:

featherumbrellas:

lmfaoswed:

m-ayflower:

the last sentence :(

Everything is perfect until the last sentence…

I think i’ve got a million comments about the last sentence, but that’s the entire point to the poem. You fall in love with the feeling of being wanted, you fall in love with the places you visit, the routine, and mostly you fall in love with being comfortable. You are there because you want to be able to love that person, but you can’t force yourself, and you won’t. 

the last sentence is what makes this so perfect. it’s honest and a twist that you aren’t expecting and I love that in writing.

this is actually one of the most beautiful things i have ever read..

How I always feel about people.

wow.

Holy shit.

Fuck this is my favorite thing in this world

q’d

well that hit its mark

When I met her, I thought, oh God, she is in love with me, and it took me a while, to understand that she is in love with the world. So it’s not personal, ‘Don’t take it personally, I’m in love with the world, I’m not in love only with you.’ I realised, she is repeating this misunderstanding with every single person in the atrium.

Klaus Biesenbach on Marina Abramović (via bellsandforks)