Perpetual Struggle

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ajnalotus:

Travelers Moon by Maura Holden

ajnalotus:

Travelers Moon by Maura Holden

husshed:

drug-child:

most-dope-princess:

sexploiting:

this is what I want. Us, going on a road trip, sleeping in our car and cheap motels, eating cereal for dinner and ihop for breakfast and granola bars for lunch. Fighting over the radio stations and talking about old memories of when we were young and when we first met and how we fell in love


i need more road trips 

ugggghh want so so bad

husshed:

drug-child:

most-dope-princess:

sexploiting:

this is what I want. Us, going on a road trip, sleeping in our car and cheap motels, eating cereal for dinner and ihop for breakfast and granola bars for lunch. Fighting over the radio stations and talking about old memories of when we were young and when we first met and how we fell in love

i need more road trips 

ugggghh want so so bad

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lipstick-lesbian:

lovel-ylesbian:

♡

♀♡♀

lipstick-lesbian:

lovel-ylesbian:

♀♡♀

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Jupiter sound waves
Voyager recording

umhols:

vein:

neo-pvnk:

shining-suns:

beeblud:

This is the sound Jupiter emits via electromagnetic waves. It’s so incredibly cool (10:00)

it sounds so sad and lonely

It’s beautiful

home

holy fuck

So cool omg

My ruling planet

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superwholocked-in-albion:

jeankd:

thegoddamazon:

The most important line in the whole damn song. MESSAGE.

The only historically accurate line in the whole film. 

excuse u

superwholocked-in-albion:

jeankd:

thegoddamazon:

The most important line in the whole damn song. MESSAGE.

The only historically accurate line in the whole film. 

excuse u

I’d love roam this world with you but I’ll let you roam alone but know in my heart you will always have a home

You can love whoever you want when ever how ever that’s how love works theirs no boundaries no limits no rules it’s free and flowing and just cause you love someone doesn’t mean anything for them it’s your love to give and as long as you don’t expect something in return it will feel good because unconditional love is the only way to love to love with no expectations of reciprocation just the desire to warm some one else’s life that’s what love is

When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you’ll never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time.

- Rick Warren  (via ireneangelaaa)

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manduhpleze:

Passion burning brighter, positivity level getting higher, all around feeling lighter, thoughts are deeper, emotions stronger, and the heart more kind.

We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

- Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via larmoyante)

When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.

- (via budddha)

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