1. 17:23 17th Aug 2014

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    Reblogged from packlight-travelfar

    packlight-travelfar:

Cathedral Mountain Reflected in Lake O’Hara by Lee Rentz on Flickr.
     
  2. 16:59

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    packlight-travelfar:

Elliot Bay Waterfront in Seattle by Lee Rentz on Flickr.
     
  3. 16:34

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    shutupandenjoytheshow:

    When you do something embarrassing in front of people

    image

     
  4. 16:09

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    Let it go

    (Source: oberlyn)

     
  5. 15:44

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    plasmatics-life:

Sunset from Taganana - (by Rebeca Heredero Photography) | (Facebook)
     
  6. 15:20

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    caitlincst:

    thegirlygeekinitiative:

    soldmysoul4wifi:

    thunder-blitz:

    thunder-blitz:

    thunder-blitz:

    SOMEBODY IS PLAYING A PIANO AND IT’S MIDNIGHT HERE WHY

    UPDATE: I FIGURED OUT THEY’RE PLAYING “MY HEART WILL GO ON”

    UPDATE: I JUST OPENED MY DOOR AND YELLED “JACK” THE MUSIC STOPPED AND I CAN HEAR SOMEBODY RUNNING DOWN THE HALL ABOVE ME SHOUTING “ROSE” OMG

    CAN I SHIP IT

    No, itll sink

    you

    (Source: katato)

     
  7. 14:55

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    caferacerdesign:

    Cafe Racer Design Source
    Triumph Scrambler 900 @caferacerdesign

     
  8. 14:30

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    Reblogged from makawiconi

    The ‘Game of Thrones’ cast and fan encounters

    (Source: titansdaughter)

     
  9. 14:05

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    (Source: karens-gillans)

     
  10. 13:41

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    hiddlestoner3:

myname-is-khan:

cassy-the-fallen-angel:

snackrifical:

a-little-deeper:

psilent-as-in-cjelli:

geargie:

camuizuuki:

inyourpassengerseat:

And she’ll sit there. She’ll rust, fall apart. In a junk yard in a small town. Kids will pass by, run their hands along the rumpled metal that lost its shine after one too many rains. The grass beneath her is pale and dead. No one will look at her and give her a second thought. It’ll be that car that’s always been there. But really, there was a time, so far back that no one can remember now, when two boys rode around in that car. They drove for so long, all their lives, wheels hot, and the windows rolled down. Old songs that no one knows the words to anymore. So many memories cling to the falling paint, and the worn leather. About the two boys who loved her. Who were good. The ones that saved the world a few times. Who fought the monsters people refused to see. But, of course, they were also the boys who died.



And sometimes the weird guy in the trench coat will visit her. That’s when the parents call their children back inside as the man sits on the hood, legs folded up beneath him; just sits unmoving for hours. There’s a rumor that before he leaves, he caresses her side gently and whispers “thank you for taking care of them”.

NO THAT’S NOT OKAY YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO IMPLY THAT DEAN AND SAM DIED AND CAS IS ALONE NO



I DON’T EVEN WATCH THE SHOW AND THAT WAS PAINFUL AND UNCALLED FOR FUCK

how could u i thought we were family

I WENT THROUGH THE WHOLE POST WHISPERING “NO NO NO NO NO NO”

steal-my-show

    hiddlestoner3:

    myname-is-khan:

    cassy-the-fallen-angel:

    snackrifical:

    a-little-deeper:

    psilent-as-in-cjelli:

    geargie:

    camuizuuki:

    inyourpassengerseat:

    And she’ll sit there. She’ll rust, fall apart. In a junk yard in a small town. Kids will pass by, run their hands along the rumpled metal that lost its shine after one too many rains. The grass beneath her is pale and dead. No one will look at her and give her a second thought. It’ll be that car that’s always been there. But really, there was a time, so far back that no one can remember now, when two boys rode around in that car. They drove for so long, all their lives, wheels hot, and the windows rolled down. Old songs that no one knows the words to anymore. So many memories cling to the falling paint, and the worn leather. About the two boys who loved her. Who were good. The ones that saved the world a few times. Who fought the monsters people refused to see. But, of course, they were also the boys who died.

    image

    And sometimes the weird guy in the trench coat will visit her. That’s when the parents call their children back inside as the man sits on the hood, legs folded up beneath him; just sits unmoving for hours. There’s a rumor that before he leaves, he caresses her side gently and whispers “thank you for taking care of them”.

    NO THAT’S NOT OKAY YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO IMPLY THAT DEAN AND SAM DIED AND CAS IS ALONE NO

    image

    I DON’T EVEN WATCH THE SHOW AND THAT WAS PAINFUL AND UNCALLED FOR FUCK

    how could u i thought we were family

    I WENT THROUGH THE WHOLE POST WHISPERING “NO NO NO NO NO NO”

    steal-my-show

     
  11. 13:16

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    Reblogged from shotsinnature

    image: Download

    shotsinnature:

http://instagram.com/codypcalhoun
     
  12. 12:51

    Notes: 1766

    Reblogged from wolverxne

    image: Download

    wolverxne:

Vance Creek | by: { Donna Irene }

    wolverxne:

    Vance Creek | by: { Donna Irene }

     
  13. 12:26

    Notes: 324

    Reblogged from skottieyoung

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    skottieyoung:

#DailySketch Look and Listen
Original art for this sketch is available here http://skottieyoungstore.bigcartel.com

    skottieyoung:

    #DailySketch Look and Listen

    Original art for this sketch is available here http://skottieyoungstore.bigcartel.com

     
  14. 12:03

    Notes: 1953

    Reblogged from wolverxne

    wolverxne:

Beautiful Dolphin Jumping from Shining Water | by: { Vitaliy Sokol }

    wolverxne:

    Beautiful Dolphin Jumping from Shining Water | by: { Vitaliy Sokol }

     
  15. 11:36

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    Reblogged from damnyoumoonmoon

    (Source: togifs)