natgeofound:

A well-worn stairway leads to a house on Oahu’s North Shore, November 1979.Photograph by Robert Madden, National Geographic

natgeofound:

A well-worn stairway leads to a house on Oahu’s North Shore, November 1979.Photograph by Robert Madden, National Geographic

missingsaga:

Iconic album covers on Google Street View

missingsaga:

What we’re thinking

missingsaga:

What we’re thinking

missingsaga:

Where to, miss?

missingsaga:

Where to, miss?

missingsaga:

The television will not revolutionized

missingsaga:

The television will not revolutionized

I hope that helps you. It helped me. I hope someone else finds solace in that too. Honestly, I accidentally did a 4 am. But c’est la vie.

I remember Mica offering me advice. And she said, “stop being meta with your relationship with her”. I got what she meant at the time. But now I think I finally understand; our fights and spats have all come down to one thing: the insecurity of the ‘best friendship’ we have. Why is there a need to emphasize constantly, me especially, that we’re best friends? Like that doesn’t excuse me from committing the same mistake over and over again and to be forgiven. Same with you.

The thing is I’m insecure of the friendship because we don’t have anything in common. And I distance myself from those I don’t. I do, naturally. I mean, I will always have my boys and my homies even when we’re not on the same page with interests sometimes. But why is it I’m obsessed with this fact that if I distance myself from you (like I do naturally with everyone else because there is no commonality) that suddenly our friendship means nothing? It doesn’t work like that, I know. But how did I convince myself that is how it works. So what do I do then? I keep going back to the thing we have in common: shared pain and hurt. It’s masochistic. But now really, I need to let our friendship evolve, you know. Be confident in the fact that we will be okay even with some space between us. But when we really really need each other we’ll still have each other’s backs. I don’t know. Am I getting it?

Or maybe I am also lowkey upset at the fact that I have been genuinely happy for you, but when I tried with someone, someone you didn’t like, you didn’t have the same reaction. You didn’t like her. So now it was for me to get even? Though, you were just looking out for me. You knew she wasn’t good news. And you were right. But on some level, maybe I just wish you were happy about it. Or maybe you weren’t because you thought I wasn’t happy for you either. But I was and I am. I don’t want to keep score anymore. I don’t even really know why I pick at scabs. There is no rush, there is no adrenaline. There is only frustration, unhappiness, and dwelling of the past. When in reality, I truly I have been ready for better things, as you have been.

I don’t wanna fight anymore. I wanna stop sounding like a broken record. I don’t wanna be stuck on the interlude. I want the next damn song to play. But maybe I am afraid of what is out there, what I deserve, what I know I can work for. So maybe that’s why I keep going back and forth because it’s familiar. I know how it begins, the middle and the end. It’s an old book that feels all the same like the first time I read it. But I have grown up as you have since I first read it; it’s time to read a new book. But an old book doesn’t need throwing away, favourite quotes and feel good passages must be bookmarked. Keep the old book in the shelf, but I don’t expect to read it and feel the same way every time just because I know the lines by heart. I should read it from time to time, just to remind me of its importance. That’s my best friend. And maybe this whole post is exactly like being a broken record, and I have added nothing new. Though I feel like really the lesson has been getting stronger and stronger. It’s something about love, it’s something about letting go, and something about acceptance. It all comes back naturally when it needs to. Nothing forced.

Maybe I can talk to you someday without sounding like a broken record. I just don’t know when that’d be. Tomorrow? This week? Next? How would I talk to you and let you know I finally get it? Are you going to reply to my “Hey”? I don’t know; I’m giving up all my illusions. It’s not the way to live, illusions of people only gets you disappointed. I don’t wanna be angry. I just wanna love. But that’s all hard. It really is. So I guess there is a lesson in patience too. So just take this back and rewind. There is something about forgiving. Something about forgetting, too. Yeah, something like that.

I can’t rewrite a person to fit a profile I have in my head. These are people I really know; why not write them as they are intended to be? Not everything we’re going to say will be quotable. Not everything is gonna be bittersweet that means something remarkably poignant. Sometimes it’s just sweet. Take that all in. And sometimes it will just be bitter. Take that all in as well. The right song won’t be playing in the hardest of heartaches. Sometimes there will just be silence. We’re not gonna get a timely knock on a rainy day with apologies. We’re not gonna get handwritten letters of declarations of love and forgiveness just in time before we feel our throats for lumps. No, sometimes it’s just gonna suck and we’re gonna have to find a way to live through it and manage to still love all of it. Love the person, even if everything is not going to be as romantic and rose-colored as you think. It’s gonna rain, you’re gonna be wet and you’re not gonna like it. Rain outside is not supposed to be for dancing, you’re gonna get sick! And just because you got your heart broken, it doesn’t mean the next time you go to your local cafe, the perfect partner is behind you making googly eyes at the back of your head. Love is gonna suck, life is gonna suck, friendships will hit turbulence, relationships will crumble, divorces and separation will happen. And sometimes you won’t recover completely, but you will be guaranteed to be okay. At least that will happen. Not everything is going to be book-perfect, movie-perfect beautiful, but it is going to be okay by all of life’s standards. And truly and sincerely, you shouldn’t give up on that. Love is just a-okay.

w-alkerbait:

Oh, right.
The poison.
The poison for Joffrey.
The poison especially chosen to kill Joffrey.
Joffrey’s poison.

cross-connect:

JC Jacinto is a talented 29-year-old visual artist and freelancer. Born in Pasig, currently based in Rizal, Philippines. He graduated with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree, major in Painting from  University of the Philippines Diliman, Quezon City

His works depict the finite quality in all things and is enthralled by the idea of beauty. He continues to study the connection between being the creator and destroyer of his own works. He creates art by the form of destruction, be it burning, smearing, stripping until it has given the meaning it portrays. Some of his works also provide gothic imagery that has a strong and sensitive themes between struggle and self-alienation. His works may be obscene but they also display truth and honesty. He takes inspiration from every life experiences, drawing inspirations from even the harshest situations and turning it into a work of art.

JC jacinto asks people to reflect on the complications that we face: the struggle of the mind versus the body, the line between reality and dreams. Jacinto wants people to feel emotions through his works.   via wikipedia

missingsaga:

Game of Thrones meets X-Men

missingsaga:

Game of Thrones meets X-Men

nevver:

Kabul

nevver:

Kabul

cross-connect:

Selected works by photographer, Dario Dunaj.

selected by mike

You’re a basic bitch now.

Oberyn Martell to Cersei, probably (via belerand)