rupaulsvevo asked: I will send you a pizza to your address no shit if you tell me the line up

problem is I live in Singapore, will this be a logistical issue? not a big fan of cold pizza…

will post splendour lineup for $10 and a slize of pizza


(Source: televandalist, via narcosis)



super super super restless for the next big adventure 

super super super restless for the next big adventure 

"So called ‘late-bloomers’ get a bad rap. Sometimes the people with the greatest potential often take the longest to find their path because their sensitivity is a double edged sword- it lives at the heart of their brilliance, but it also makes them more susceptible to life’s pains. Good thing we aren’t being penalized for handing in our purpose late. The soul doesn’t know a thing about deadlines."

— Jeff Brown

(Source: venuschild, via comedownstairsandsayhello)


magnusatom:

The artists over at Pictoplasma academy are producing some pretty amazing stuff.

(via songbirdondeparture)


love the tones in this photograph by my wonderful ex-colleague Naja

love the tones in this photograph by my wonderful ex-colleague Naja



The Public Library: A Photographic Love Letter to Humanity’s Greatest Sanctuary of Knowledge, Freedom, and Democracy (via Brain Pickings)
also see: my JAM



fencehopping:

Coral: flowers of the ocean.

can’t stop staring at this because I love feeling conflicted / toeing the line between awe and repulsion

fencehopping:

Coral: flowers of the ocean.

can’t stop staring at this because I love feeling conflicted / toeing the line between awe and repulsion

(via meadowmoth)

So Much Happiness

by Naomi Shihab Nye

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesn’t need you to hold it down.
It doesn’t need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records…

Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
and in that way, be known.