ponderation:

One night in Himalaya by Ivan_Kozorezov

(Source: ponderation)

Artist: 民乐

Song: Let it Go
Plays: 3,744

Let it Go (Chinese musical Instruments cover: Erhu, Guzheng) 

二胡:永安

古筝:玉面小嫣然 , CM Entertainment 

封面:野孩子涂鸦

(Source: mingsonjia)

presidentpup:

i can do (anything)for the days before they let you realize you are Amazing, the days after, and all the time between

do better (say anything) / flaws (bastille) / little secrets (passion pit) / my leather my fur my nails (stepdad) / critical (state champs) / ode to the always-rights (astrokid) / story of my life (one direction) / bloom (the paper kites) / pale beneath the tan (squeeze) (the front bottoms) / stepping stone (andy grammer) / anything (hedley)

( listen here! )

(Source: plantbro)

bemusedlybespectacled:

somersetnom:

uggly:

KNAPP The Post - war collection A/W 2012/2013
Costume design and styling Antonia Yordanova
Photography and post production Diliana Florentin
Jewellery design Milko Boyarov
Make-up Slav
Hair styling Dani Molchovska @ Arlet Hair studio
Model Pirina @ Ivet Fashion MA
Supported by Sonja Dimitrova

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The Star Trek lines of this collection speak to me

Excuse me while I wear all of these.

maariamph:

I saw a hot lady at a grocery store, kinda trying to remember what she looked like

Black people are a small minority in Finland and every time you see one chances are they’re really well dressed

(Source: srnileys)

I SWEAR I’VE NEVER BEEN IN LOVE

I do not water your garden
of love anymore, but the
hydrangeas still grow there.
I try to forget about you,
but the shower drain is
still matted with your hair.
My drawers are still lined
with your scent, bedroom
pillows still dented with
the imprint of your neck.
The printer is still out of
ink because I still don’t
know how to fill it because
you always did that. I am
Linus and my heart is the
blanket I drag behind me,
picking up love and dust
and dirt and love. My heart
is a hoarder. I’ll admit: I have
not deleted the text messages
yet. My heart is not a hunter,
but a gatherer. My heart has
white knuckles and trouble
letting go of you. Why would
anyone let go of you? You,
who once doused my skin
with your wet mouth like
gasoline. You, the jammed
light switch permanently
glowing inside of me. You,
who is not a chapter in my
book, but the page
I am writing on.

I SWEAR I’VE NEVER BEEN IN LOVE by Blythe Baird

Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.

Natalie Goldberg (via q-nguyen)

(Source: writingsforwinter)

(Source: chili-jesson)