Posted 4 days ago

Our view in liverpool (Taken with instagram)

Posted 1 week ago

Stephens Green, Dublin (Taken with instagram)

Posted 1 week ago

Taken with instagram

Posted 2 weeks ago

Pittsburgh, land of many bridges (Taken with instagram)

Posted 2 weeks ago

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Posted 2 weeks ago

The Maz - Pittsburgh (Taken with instagram)

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Posted 2 weeks ago

I hope my kid is this cool.

(Source: slekes)

Posted 3 weeks ago

When a man walks into a room he brings his whole life with him. He has a million reasons for being anywhere. Just ask him. If you listen, he’ll tell you how he got there. How he forgot where he was going, and then he woke up. If you listen, he’ll tell you about the time he thought he was an angel, or dreamt of being perfect. And then he’ll smile with wisdom, content that he realized the world is not perfect. We’re flawed because we want so much more. We’re ruined because we get these things and wish for what we had.—Don Draper

Posted 4 weeks ago
it’s strange that words are so inadequate. yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
T.S. Eliot (via certifiedcynic)
Posted 4 weeks ago
He was astonished by what he had: the chance to sit beside this woman in the late afternoon light while she read.
Posted 4 weeks ago
Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again – the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding.
Saul Williams (via catslevania)

(Source: catscrap)

Posted 1 month ago
I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me.
Jane Austen
Posted 1 month ago

Roadside stop (Taken with instagram)

Posted 1 month ago

Irish beer and braves kind of night (Taken with instagram)