A Head Full Of Wings

ultrapearl:

Flash mob in the Copenhagen metro.

I have no idea if this has already been seen by everybody already. I don’t care. It’s my city. It makes me incredibly happy.

Reading is the best.

hashitaka:

an explorer

hashitaka:

an explorer

kimmyinwanderlust:

Natural Playground | Cambugahay Falls, Lazi, Siquijor Island, Philippines
These kids are lucky to have this place a their everyday playground! They use these protruding branch as their diving board. They courageously jump off the waterfalls! I tried swinging off from a branch and jump to the waters - it was an adrenaline rush that I did it twice. 

kimmyinwanderlust:

Natural Playground | Cambugahay Falls, Lazi, Siquijor Island, Philippines

These kids are lucky to have this place a their everyday playground! They use these protruding branch as their diving board. They courageously jump off the waterfalls! I tried swinging off from a branch and jump to the waters - it was an adrenaline rush that I did it twice. 

victorian-witch:

lizawithazed:

clumsyoctopus:

optimisticduelist:

ashbrie:

shadyoaks:

strangestwords:

theechelseacarty:

OH MY GOSH!

OH MY GOSH!

OH MY GOSH!

OH MY GOSH!

that elephant

just drew a picture of itself

that last gif

did anyone notice it waves back with its trunk?

fffff so cute!

aaah

Aaaahhh????

OH MY GOD?

oh my god what a big sweet baby

I find this sort of stuff fascinating.

I just really want to wave at an elephant and get a wave back! 

365fadingdays:

364/365

365fadingdays:

364/365

houseoferotica:

Sunday’s were made for this… ;-)

houseoferotica:

Sunday’s were made for this… ;-)

Serenity Best Quote
Kaylee: Goin' on a year now I ain't had nothin' twixt my nethers weren't run on batteries!
Mal: Oh, God! I can't know that!
Jayne: I could stand to hear a little more.
Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.
Alan Watts (via neil-gaiman)