Morning Song
dreamingofcossackia:

live to ride

dreamingofcossackia:

live to ride

ejacutastic:

kill the imposter

ejacutastic:

kill the imposter

Red angus!

Red angus!

alalae:

alalae:

slheepy:

alalae:

calebostgaard:

A young man and a woman enjoy swimming in flooded St. Mark’s Square in Venice, Italy, Sunday, Nov. 11, 2012. I want this.

NEED THIS

UNREAL

amazing. reblogging for the 50th time

here i am again reblogging for about the 70th time

alalae:

alalae:

slheepy:

alalae:

calebostgaard:

A young man and a woman enjoy swimming in flooded St. Mark’s Square in Venice, Italy, Sunday, Nov. 11, 2012. I want this.

NEED THIS

UNREAL

amazing. reblogging for the 50th time

here i am again reblogging for about the 70th time

straightallies:

grumpyspacetoad:

hashtagthatsreal:

weteevee:

is this how christian couples takes baths together

I don’t understand why it needs the gender colored lighting….

straight people need reassurance at every step in their lives

no homo couple’s bathtub

straightallies:

grumpyspacetoad:

hashtagthatsreal:

weteevee:

is this how christian couples takes baths together

I don’t understand why it needs the gender colored lighting….

straight people need reassurance at every step in their lives

no homo couple’s bathtub

pussy4prezident:

Photo-realistic paintings by Mike Bayne 

are u fuckin kiddin me

cosascool:

Marriage bed by Edwina Sandys 

cosascool:

Marriage bed by Edwina Sandys 

And how hard is it to land even a minimum-wage job? This year, the Ivy League college admissions acceptance rate was 8.9%. Last year, when Walmart opened its first store in Washington, D.C., there were more than 23,000 applications for 600 jobs, which resulted in an acceptance rate of 2.6%, making the big box store about twice as selective as Harvard and five times as choosy as Cornell. Telling unemployed people to get off their couches (or out of the cars they live in or the shelters where they sleep) and get a job makes as much sense as telling them to go study at Harvard.
humansofnewyork:

“My younger sister died when I was seven. I remember my mom asking if I’d seen her, and we searched the whole house, and discovered her beneath some hurricane shutters. We think that she climbed up on them to play, and they fell down on her. My strongest memory from that day is these two young girls, holding open our front door when the paramedics arrived. I can see them clearly in my memory, but I don’t know who they are. I may have just invented them, but I like to think that they were angels.”

humansofnewyork:

“My younger sister died when I was seven. I remember my mom asking if I’d seen her, and we searched the whole house, and discovered her beneath some hurricane shutters. We think that she climbed up on them to play, and they fell down on her. My strongest memory from that day is these two young girls, holding open our front door when the paramedics arrived. I can see them clearly in my memory, but I don’t know who they are. I may have just invented them, but I like to think that they were angels.”