ndnrecon:

youlikecake:

I did.

I didn’t know it was coming.

pernoctem:

Lovely. 

A scared panda clings to a police officer’s leg after an earthquake hits China.

anneyhall:

Henry Miller’s Eleven Commandments

(via: nevver)

dirtyprettything:

Happy Burns Day Scotland!

skinnyfoursummer:

muffintop-less:

This is pretty cool!

Definitely going to keep this on my phone for when I’m out and can’t weigh and measure everything.

herebeinformation:

• The piercings (ears, eyebrow, nipple, and nose piercings) Rooney Mara had to play Lisbeth Salander (in the 2011 film) are real, not cosmetic simulations.

actually, the nose piercing isn’t real. on Live! with Kelly, she stated that one she didn’t get, but is for sure going to get for the next movie.

kelly ripa then said, ‘we should go together!’ haha. rooney and kelly getting their noses pierced together, i hope they film it. xD

allthingseurope:

Azay-Le-Rideau, France

(by Anto57 -)

fuckyeahreading:

(picture source unknown, anyone?)

I want you to know
one thing. 

You know how this is: 
if I look 
at the crystal moon, at the red branch 
of the slow autumn at my window, 
if I touch 
near the fire 
the impalpable ash 
or the wrinkled body of the log, 
everything carries me to you, 
as if everything that exists, 
aromas, light, metals, 
were little boats 
that sail 
toward those isles of yours that wait for me. 

Well, now, 
if little by little you stop loving me 
I shall stop loving you little by little. 

If suddenly 
you forget me 
do not look for me, 
for I shall already have forgotten you. 

If you think it long and mad, 
the wind of banners 
that passes through my life, 
and you decide 
to leave me at the shore 
of the heart where I have roots, 
remember 
that on that day, 
at that hour, 
I shall lift my arms 
and my roots will set off 
to seek another land. 

But 
if each day, 
each hour, 
you feel that you are destined for me 
with implacable sweetness, 
if each day a flower 
climbs up to your lips to seek me, 
ah my love, ah my own, 
in me all that fire is repeated, 
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, 
my love feeds on your love, beloved, 
and as long as you live it will be in your arms 
without leaving mine. 


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