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laina:


This is a rare meteorological phenomenon called a skypunch. When people see these, they think it’s the end of the world. Ice crystals form above the high-altitude cirro-cumulo-stratus clouds, then fall downward, punching a hole in the cloud cover. 

the earth is so fucking metal i swear

laina:

This is a rare meteorological phenomenon called a skypunch. When people see these, they think it’s the end of the world. Ice crystals form above the high-altitude cirro-cumulo-stratus clouds, then fall downward, punching a hole in the cloud cover. 

the earth is so fucking metal i swear

(Source: exoticana, via wikipeetia)

You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.

—Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free (via laurenarlene)

(Source: observando, via cigartte)

I’ve pursued dreams and achieved them, but I don’t think anybody should think their life is incomplete if they don’t follow some dream. Happiness doesn’t come from achievements, or money, or any sort of treasure. Happiness is a frame of mind, not a destination. It’s appreciating what you’ve got and building relationships with those around you.

—Janette Rallison (via observando)

not-blonde:

Winona Ryder in high school
"I was wearing an old Salvation Army-shop boy’s suit. I had a hall pass, so I went to the girl’s bathroom. I heard people saying "hey, faggot". They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kick me out, not the bullies.
Years later, I went to a coffee shop in Petaluma, and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said “Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?” and I said “Do you remember me? I went to Kenilworth. Remember how, in seventh grade, you beat up that kid?” and she said, “Kind of”, and I said “That was me. Go fuck yourself!”

not-blonde:

Winona Ryder in high school

"I was wearing an old Salvation Army-shop boy’s suit. I had a hall pass, so I went to the girl’s bathroom. I heard people saying "hey, faggot". They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kick me out, not the bullies.

Years later, I went to a coffee shop in Petaluma, and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said “Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?” and I said “Do you remember me? I went to Kenilworth. Remember how, in seventh grade, you beat up that kid?” and she said, “Kind of”, and I said “That was me. Go fuck yourself!”

(via gosuuto)

Listen closely: the only time it’s too late to change yourself is when you’re dead. Until then, you’re simply making excuses or lying to yourself.

—Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)