Sorryyyyy for being inactive for the past few weeks. I am back. On my phone atm, so I won’t be responding to messages until later when I’m at a computer. But I WILL get back to everyone! Love to all. I’m going to take a nap

And I love my little sister, Hannah, so much. 

aseaofquotes:

Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

Submitted by Alex.

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bookspaperscissors:

2headedsnake:

behance.net

Jacob van Loon

• Various water-based media pieces representational of research conducted on the Lincoln Highway. This body of paintings combines geometric, architecturally-inspired shapes with organic bursts of color and texture reminiscent of topography and road maps. The Lincoln Highway and cross-country travel was an idea born from the Midwest, and was the first road of it’s kind; birthing the interstate. It changed the way communication and connectivity occurs. Having studied art in a town where the first paved mile of the Lincoln Highway was created in the road’s early stages, its influence on commerce, development and communication have a direct influence on the paintings

One of my favourites by jacobvanloon.tumblr, I love the colours.

hanthepigeon:

ohsnapkristine:

My sister is a brat.

I love my sister, doe

Yeah, yeah. Love you tooooooo!

(Source: pathsandpaces, via bornthisbrown)

My sister is a brat.

sleight of hand
shift of weight
show me what you’ve got
magic tricks
I wanna see
I hear you’ve got a lot
a sprinkle here
dazzle there
pull the rabbit out

I watch your eyes
your clever smile
I know what it’s all about
twist of tongue
divert attention
I never saw it coming
a puff of smoke
with your smooth moves
I find it all quite stunning

napkin in hand
and a fast twist
a dove where it used to be
a bright light
quick thrust
you set the birdie free
flexed hand
snap your fingers
light your tips on fire

liquid motions
burning air
my naive mind’s gone haywire
sleight of hand
shift of weight
I saw just what you’ve got
magic tricks
I had to see
hell yeah, you’ve got a lot

I’ve been doing some (well, lots) spring cleaning in my room, and was dragging stuff out from the black hole that is under my bed, which has been a back-killing process. I came across several notebooks from high school and early college years slam full of things I’ve written.

It’s safe to say I will probably be spending the rest of the night reading through them.

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