Cold-September
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Haiku (via komakino)

(Source: lordoftheconquistador, via sleepless--sinner)

I have looked at you
in millions of ways and
I have loved you in each

theneedledrop:

reeferkitten:

king-faded:

angelclark:

Historic Black and White Pictures Restored in Color
  1. Women Delivering Ice, 1918
  2. Times Square, 1947
  3. Portrait Used to Design the Penny. President Lincoln Meets General McClellan – Antietam, Maryland ca September 1862
  4. Marilyn Monroe, 1957
  5. Newspaper boy Ned Parfett sells copies of the evening paper bearing news of Titanic’s sinking the night before. (April 16, 1912)
  6. Easter Eggs for Hitler, c 1944-1945 
  7. Sergeant George Camblair practicing with a gas mask in a smokescreen – Fort Belvoir, Virginia, 1942
  8. Helen Keller meeting Charlie Chaplin in 1919
  9. Painting WWII Propaganda Posters, Port Washington, New York – 8 July 1942
  10. Construction of the Golden Gate Bridge ca 1935

This is awesome.

Not something I’d typically reblog but I like.

Woahhhh!

(via ohaielly)

Y.Z, what I forgot to remember (via rustyvoices)

(via a-thousand-words)

I almost thanked you for
teaching me something about survival
back there,
but then I remembered
that the ocean never
handed me the gift of swimming.
I gave it to myself.

Anais Nin (via ladylyrica)

I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

John Acker, Leather bound entries: 1.3.14 (via wordsthat-speak)

(Source: j0hhnn, via socialsmoking)

The winter always depresses the shit out of me. I think it must be the way the sun reflects off the snow in a feeble attempt to light up the world. It could be the way the day dies at 4 o’clock in the afternoon or the way the night sweeps over me like a thick blanket. I always bundle up but can never warm the cold isolation I sometimes feel in the pit of my stomach. I’m so tired of shivering at night. I’m so tired of seeing her breath instead of tasting it.