Tuesday, August 26, 2014
art-and-things-of-beauty:

Alfred William Parsons (1847-1920) - The Pear Orchard, oil on canvas, 78,5 x 110,5 cm.

art-and-things-of-beauty:

Alfred William Parsons (1847-1920) - The Pear Orchard, oil on canvas, 78,5 x 110,5 cm.

Sunday, August 24, 2014
Saturday, August 23, 2014
suonko:

Edith Corbet - A London Garden (1911)

suonko:


Edith Corbet - A London Garden (1911)

Saturday, August 16, 2014
cybergata:

Elephants walking through a rain forest.

cybergata:

Elephants walking through a rain forest.

Friday, August 15, 2014

drumming more to make myself forget that i am very very sad

Wednesday, August 13, 2014
I heard a joke once: Man goes to the doctor. Says he’s depressed, life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. “But Doctor” he says, “I am Pagliacci.”

Robin Williams (via paintedlions)

AND THIS IS THE POST THAT BREAKS ME

(via deerpaths)

themouseabides:

Knowledge is knowing that Frankenstein is not the monster.

Wisdom is knowing that Frankenstein is the monster.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

young adult friction

Saturday, August 2, 2014

alicuetaro:

Very Secretary - Under A Rug

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

last night was nightbeat. i went with megan. my friends were there too. When i sat down, i started thinking about nick and how we always hoped to one day march drum corps together. And how it’s been so long since he moved away and how i’m about to be a senior in high school and how i hadn’t spoken to or seen mr. scotty in so long. and i looked around me and he was sitting a row down from me. And it was so sad because here was thisperson who showed me my passion, even though he didn’t conciously do so. This person who i saw as a teacher admired and looked up to his talents and spent so much time with and had so many experiences with. he was just a few feet away from me, yet we hadn’t spoke in years, andi don’t think nick is in contact with him any longer. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t say anything. I don’t know if i regret it or not. What do you say? I’ve missed you? things won’t be like they were ever again. Nick will never be the same. He’s wrapped up in what i don’t even know. I’m sitting here nowlistening to moving mountains and it’s so fucking weird because at one point in my lifethis song meant so much to me but hell even when i tried to look up Ode we will bury ourselves, i couldn’teven remember the name of it. This was the song that me and nick loved so much and it’s just so funny but fucked up how things change as you grow up and i don’t want to fucking grow up. I want to be in fucking 7th grade again and skateboarding and playing electric drums at 3 in the morning and notgiving a fuck and just enjoying myself and i still haven’t had a friend like nick since he moved away like fucking 3 years ago. and i guess that fucks with me alot. i last saw nick 3 weeks ago and shit was just weird because the whole situation was whack but it was good to spend time with him.

growing up fucking sucks and growing away from people sucks too and i guess i don’t really know where my life is headed. Megan goes away to school in two weeks.

freebird by lynyrd skynyrd is a sad song god damnit

i must be traveling on now

k i a 9 9 GP

why clouds

Sunday, July 20, 2014
art-and-things-of-beauty:

Paul Friedrich Meyerheim (German, 1842-1915)  -  Lions, oil on canvas, 1885.

art-and-things-of-beauty:

Paul Friedrich Meyerheim (German, 1842-1915)  -  Lions, oil on canvas, 1885.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014
durgedrums:

Not usually a fan of blue, but this kit looks amazing.

durgedrums:

Not usually a fan of blue, but this kit looks amazing.

fleurdulys:

Moonlight, Isle of Shoals - Childe Hassam
1892

fleurdulys:

Moonlight, Isle of Shoals - Childe Hassam

1892

Friday, July 11, 2014

it would.mean theworldif you justhad faith in me