Breathe.

You, who takes oxygen from the universe,
and gives back carbon dioxide in return.

You, who basks in sunshine at seven in the morning,
and solidifies your bones with it.

You, whose parts are organs and tissues and cells and elements and molecules and stars.

One day, you will return the dust you’ve borrowed from this old, old universe.

But until then,
Breathe.

You are a piece of this moving everything.

And everything is not everything without you.

n.t. (via caswitch)

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marxvx:

if i as a retail worker have to work with a dozen cameras pointed at me to deter me from stealing $10, cops should have to work with a camera pointed at them to deter them from arbitrarily maiming and killing people

(via whatafamiliarface)


cumleak:

it was thirst at first sight

(via cordiallyhelps)

thesweetsiren:

don’t be sad buddy, halloween’s almost here!

kalella:

thisusedtobeabookblog:

and on the 8th day God created Dean Winchester and from the back of the room a deep voice shouted DIBS

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(Source: hepalien, via ezra-koenigs-butt)


nosdrinker:

what does sending anon hate accomplish… go outside… pet a dog… ride a bike… Call your dad and apologize for being a disappointment

(via asian)


dedicateddrakefan:

why do i ball so fucking hard tho :-/

(via hypotenose)