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She moves in waves. The tangles in her hair are perfectly messy manifestations of her free-spirited character. She’s carelessly cool, with every tree bowing at the whisper of her presence. She’s everything I want to be. She has the kind of beauty that radiates through your bones. A sunshine smile that hypnotizes those who see it to be rendered helpless. Like characters on children’s shows, everyone simply must push aside their true feelings and return her smile on impulse. She lives as though the world was what everyone for rather than what it is. She is well informed and well-spoken without being condescending, an advocate without being preachy, funny at no one’s expense. She’s everything I want to be. She loves the world through its endearing flaws yet retains a healthy distance of cynicism for the malicious underbelly of its faults. She is quietly confident and self-assured without being cocky. She is adventurous without being reckless, understanding without expecting the same of others. Does such a person exist? Who could know. Yet somewhere, somehow, deep down I wish and hope that if she were anyone– that she would be me.
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Lewis Hamilton for Vogue Magazine - The Met Issue
Porter Robinson - Russian Roulette
This is the messiest web weave ever but the new Porter Robinson song has my mind in a vice grip
Did you think that I couldn’t do this? Would you rather I stop winning? Can you consider that I never stopped pushing, striving, working. Did you think that the records will never be broken? And did you think it will be me breaking them? Would you have believed that humble begginings do make legends. That we all have the power to make a difference. Can you look me in the eye and say the GREATEST!
i hope lewis is this happy for the rest of his life i hope ferrari are the answers to his dreams that haven’t yet been fulfilled i hope he’s loved like this forever and ever my most special beloved darling
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Just got some glass pebbles for stainglass making and they're so cute I just had to make them into stickers!
Free to use without credit, but please credit if you repost :3
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i let him hit because he is surrounded by an aura of tragedy
Ahhhh
half doomed semi sweet
5 simple exercises to awaken dormant muscles
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Message Man 3D + arena + rain Twenty One Pilots
to listen properly:
put on headphones
close your eyes
DO NOT DELETE THE INFO
BLURRYFACE ERA
Please, don’t remove credit (listen with earphones)
Twenty One Pilots Piano sheet music masterpost
Sheet Music:
Addict With A Pen
Before You Start Your Day
Car Radio
Drown (Tyler Joseph)
Glowing Eyes
Goner
Holding Onto You
Implicit Demand For Proof
Message Man
Oh Ms Believer
Taxi Cab
The Run And Go
The Judge
Truce
We Don’t Believe What’s On TV
Time Magazine: Letters from Dad
‘Be the Color of Lightning’ By Pete Wentz
Published June 15, 2015 10:39 ET
To Bronx and Saint
You have both changed me and taught me so much in ways the version of me that existed before you would never be able to understand.
Bronx: before you were born, I had literally never taken care of anything in my life. Whatever the word for the opposite of responsibility—that’s how I would accurately describe my life then. I felt as unprepared for you as the dinosaurs were for the meteor, so I took it upon myself to over prepare. I was the rookie being put in the big game, and I was not gonna screw it up. I was the guy with the diaper bag filled with warmed wet wipes, neon-colored changing mats and other assorted items that baby sites will sell you that are about as necessary as the “rust proofing” a car dealership would have you think you need as you drive off the lot. Spoiler alert: after a few months, you only really need a diaper in your back pocket if you’re going to the park.
During that first diaper change I ever did (which may have been a world record in terms of how long it took), you had that look in your eyes that said, “Come on, you got this, you can do it”—even though I can admit now that, back then, I had no idea if I actually could. You were my constant confidant as we sat in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I talked through everything with you in your car seat, and I think it was actually more helpful that you were the one person in my life who didn’t respond with any advice; only tired sighs and joyful gibberish.
Saint: when you came along, I was sure I was prepared . I had my plan. I was the diaper-in-the-back-pocket dad. Spoiler alert: I was not prepared at all. You arrived like a little zen master, but even though I wasn’t the rookie anymore, you let me know there will always be curveballs. Our brand new adventure began on the first pitch: the moment the doctor told me that I was going to deliver you. I nodded and agreed the way us dads do when we know we aren’t really going to be needed, but rather cheering and getting our backs patted from the sideline. Had I known it was actually going to happen right then and there—when the doctor told me to put scrubs and gloves on—I probably would have YouTubed baby-delivery tutorials. We were ready for you at 8 pounds. And when I pulled you into this world, you showed up at nearly ten. (Spoiler alert: newborn babies are very slippery.)
On the first afternoon you crawled, you would go a little bit and then sit back and wait for everyone to clap for you—and then you would clap for yourself. In this moment I truly realized we were related. You attack the world like a hurricane and are the only person that can get a smile out of me before 7 a.m.
Boys: always take the high road, even when the low road seems easier or simpler. Let your kindness radiate and defend those who cannot defend themselves. Be yourself when it is not popular to be. Love your friends not in spite of their flaws but because of them. Bronx, I remember once asking you what your favorite color was and you said, “Red, black and the color of lightning.” Never let the world take away your creativity and divergent thinking. Be the color of lighting, be wild, and always laugh a lot. Never forget who you are. I think the late author and philosopher Albert Camus said this best:
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger—something better, pushing right back.
Always find that invincible summer.
Love, Dad
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the hit band ball out boy, featuring hit singles such as “my slams know what you did in the court” and “what a catch, lebronnie”
Inspired by this post from voidpunlc:
