A bath tub cut out of a large single piece of Quartz Crystal.
thats luxury dawg
(via dkasprzycka)Quincy's Quirks
Life exists only at this very moment, and in this moment it is infinite and eternal, for the present moment is infinitely small; before we can measure it, it has gone, and yet it exists forever.Alan Watts (via setbabiesonfire)Syncretic Tendencies
I know its a little early but
Jingle Bell Rock w/ my mom
adopt me LOL
i do this… except my mom does not do that.. :(
(via dododido)pull the lever kronk
Mental health problems are, y’know, health problems. Treat them the same way, or shut up.
(via dkasprzycka)The Almighty Bobbu
i like dogs that smile.Mostly Cats. Mostly.
I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.Things I Wish I Knew How To Do (Michelle K.)
(via wordsthat-speak)My mind, it wanders
this is probably the most accurate post on tumblr
Let’s talk about us again. Let’s talk about our sweet life and little deaths again. How we made the impossible, possible. How we turn our stars to dust in a matter of seconds. The she loves me, she loves me not, she fucking loves me, don’t say not, what you say maybe, baby? I thought I heard a comme ci comme ca. Well, Voulez vous couche avec moi blah blah blah. What? No americano? That better be coffee she talking about. How can you bring me fever high and hypothermia low. Let’s get this to flow. A little better than before… Rewind. Let’s get this to flow. On a little more higher note than before. E sharp. Mariah Carey. Dolphin sex sounds. Shivers. Rewind. Let’s get this to flow. On a little more higher note than before, when we first met. You, you asthma attacked me. Sucked the air out of my lungs and left me with a second to hold on for dear life. You, were the puffer I held on to with all my might. You, you were the last breathe I couldn’t take cause you, you were just an inch away. You, you were my capillaries looking for a way. You, you were my blood flow rushing to my brain. You, you were the beep to the monitor when they sent me away. You, you were the holding of the hands, the wet towel wipe to the forehead, the soft spoken words no one else could say. You, you were yesterday, tomorrow, today. Past tense or present tense, doesn’t make sense anyway. The past is in the present everyday. The present is a dice roll to tomorrow and tomorrow is a chance to reveal the past we endeavoured yesterday. So what if the past, present and the future were all man made ideologies… And there really only is and ever was, one. Love, we talking poetrryyyyy.