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always up in the clouds

I probably deserve like 80 traffic-violating tickets by now.

poisonvisage: William Holman Hunt, “Isabella and the Pot of Basil” (1868) Pictures do not do this man’s painting any justice. The detail, the color, the ughhhh.
When you’re traveling, you are what you are, right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
— William Least-Heat Moon (via wanderforthblog)

(via andgrowing)


Last shift tomorrow after a 10-day work streak.  Kill me, please. 
robynsmorgue: (via Status Serigraph — Music Heals the Soul Art Print)

aristotlesaidso:

Paul Tiernan | How To Say Goodbye

proper feeling this song atm.

I wanted to paint today.

I had the picture in my head—colors, details and all.

I have the canvas, the primer, the staplegun and the stretching pliers.

But no stretcher strips.

fuckmylife

When I don’t make it to the gym

whatshouldwecallme:

Normal reaction:

My reaction:

wrdbnr: GOOD THINGS