"Love your parents. We are so busy growing up, we often forget they are also growing old."

Unknown   (via inspirably)

Good Vibes HERE

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House of Hippies

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(Source: supercheapet)

You are…


you are allowed to terminate toxic relationships

you are allowed to walk away from people who hurt you

you are allowed to be angry and selfish and unforgiving

you don’t owe anyone an explanation for taking care of yourself

people need to get this.

Stop trying to please people, do what your heart tells you. 

(Source: 420funeral)


I’ve got the dreamers disease. 

bloggin photos of the rainforests and the deep sea but you never been wild.



i’ve been meaning to write you more. different hotels every night aren’t so bad really. in fact- all the moving house could inspire a photo series.. not for the gram, knowing me it’s probably only for whoever controls my estate in the future and enthusiastically develops all the rolls of film i…

I like you…

I’ve finally accepted that my heart…. Flutters when I see you.
I’ve noticed that I coordinate my movements to magically come into contact with you…
I’ve noticed that I constantly peak glances at you, just so my eyes can light up at the beautiful edges of your face… Even if I’m just looking at the back of your head.

I’ve noticed that I say too much when I’m with you, I put on a “neat” outfit when I know we will cross paths.
I’ve noticed that I’m going through one of those giddy teenage crushes and my oh my you’re exciting.

I know that you have a girlfriend.
I know that you wouldn’t take a second look at me.
I know that you probably think I’m erratic, a little bit spastic.
I know that, conversation wise (on the surface) we have a lot in common.

In writing this “admittance” I’ve noticed that its just a fling and that I’m in like with the idea of liking someone, especially you.
Your boisterous laughter
The swing in your step
The sweet melodic voice that flutters from your vocal cords just to say ‘Hi’.

… I’m sitting here mentally face palming myself…
I know you won’t read this, this is partially why I wrote this….
An act of indirect admittance…
I like your physical attributes… Only because I haven’t entered the rollercoaster of your personality.
A physical attraction is somewhat less messier than an emotional one….

So boy you walk on by and allow me to continue to drool at your perfection, your elegance… Basically your face :)
Allow me to like the idea of liking someone, especially you.