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directionofstories:

Awhile ago I said I would post a better picture of my tattoo. Well, here it is, all healed and thriving!

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directionofstories:

Awhile ago I said I would post a better picture of my tattoo. Well, here it is, all healed and thriving!

Jul 21st at 2PM / via: directionofstories / op: directionofstories / reblog / 1,260 notes

reality-pill:

A Japanese Artist Launches Plants Into Space.

“Flowers aren’t just beautiful to show on tables,” said Azuma Makoto, a 38-year-old artist based in Tokyo. His latest installation piece, if you could call it that, takes this statement to the extreme. Two botanical objects — “Shiki 1,” a Japanese white pine bonsai suspended from a metal frame, and an untitled arrangement of orchids, hydrangeas, lilies and irises, among other blossoms — were launched into the stratosphere on Tuesday in Black Rock Desert outside Gerlach, Nevada, a site made famous for its hosting of the annual Burning Man festival. ”I wanted to see the movement and beauty of plants and flowers suspended in space,” Makoto explained that morning.

Jul 21st at 2PM / via: thc-rious / op: reality-pill / reblog / 4,780 notes

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“I loved you to the point of ruin. I loved you until my lungs were filled with ash.”

Tina Tran  (via hefuckin)

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zootedboy:

damn another one of my friends is pregnant

maybe i should start thinking about starting a family

of blunts to smoke cause this shit got me stressed

Jul 21st at 1PM / via: americanspiritprincess / op: zootedboy / reblog / 7,912 notes

ginsengstrip-2002:

Lighter’s don’t actually exist in the same dimension we do, they’re off in some alternate universe that sometimes crosses paths with ours.

Same goes with socks