Under a Swift Sunrise

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lensblr-network:

John, riding out of the way of an explosion.
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humansofnewyork:

"I try to stay away from other people. I don’t like to have to be keeping up pretenses all the time— it’s exhausting. Being a loner forces me to be two-faced sometimes, though. I’m always having to make up little stories to get out of social situations. But I’d much rather be alone, watching films. I enjoy watching actors. They’re always pretending, just like me."
oceanpath:

Sognando l’Alto Adige - South Tyrol dreaming | Italy (by Cristina on Flickr)
Mark 8:34-36

"My mother used to say to me, ‘You can’t eat beauty, it doesn’t feed you.’ And these words played and bothered me, I didn’t really understand them until finally I realized that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume. It was something that I just had to be. And what my mother meant by saying that you can’t eat beauty is that you can’t rely on beauty to sustain you. What actually sustains us, what is fundamentally beautiful is compassion for yourself and those around you. That kind of beauty inflames the heart and enchants the soul."

- Lupita Nyong’o  (via ambermozo)

(Source: voguememoirs, via ambermozo)

gutsanduppercuts:

A young Bruce Lee posing for a picture with Grandmaster Ip Man.

07.25.14

Woke up. Vacuumed a spider. Put chocolate chips in my cereal so that it could no longer be called “Healthy Mornings” cereal. Played electric guitar. Biked in the sunshine to work at 10am. Worked. Had lunch outdoors under the patio umbrella with my grandma. Worked. Biked the scenic lazy route home. Vacuumed everything upstairs like a crazy woman. Played Sea Wolf station on iTunes Radio in the 93-degree heat. Sat next to the fan and watched Legend of Korra in my room. Dropped Kristen off at airport. Went to Macaroni Grill with Mom. Longboarded after the sunset with a DSLR over my shoulder. Missed the sunset. Washed the dishes. Sherlock time with Dad. 50 air squats. 50 sit-ups. 50 push-ups. Sleep.

sketch-elf:

A muggle-born’s sibling sends them a howler in the middle of the school year and it arrives while they eat. When they open it, all it does is simply scream “WHAT TEAM?”. Nearly all the muggle-borns shout “WILDCATS!” before returning to their meal, leaving the pure-bloods in total confusion of what the hell they just witnessed.

(via wakeupandsmellthejesus)

highenoughtoseethesea:

Kai. 
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stuffmomnevertoldyou:

Patti McGee, the world’s first female professional skateboarder.

07.22.14
NorCal, baby.
bggins:


“Hobbits have been living and farming in the four Farthings of the Shire for many hundreds of years. Quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the Big Folk — Middle-Earth being, after all, full of strange creatures beyond count. Hobbits must seem of little importance, being neither renowned as great warriors, nor counted among the very wise. In fact, it has been remarked by some that the Hobbits’ only real passion is for food. A rather unfair observation, as we have also developed a keen interest in the brewing of ales, and the smoking of pipe-weed. But where our hearts truly lie is in peace and quiet, and good tilled earth. For all Hobbits share a love of things that grow. And yes, no doubt, to others our ways seem quaint. But today, of all days, it is brought home to me, it is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life.”

– Bilbo Baggins, The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)