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queenelinor: the red death: From its lair deep within the corona of a volcano, this Titan Wing reigned supreme, until Toothless led Stoick, Gobber, and the other Berk Vikings to the blighted shores of Dragon Island. So engorged on power was the Red Death
profeminist: Source Senator Elizabeth Warren: “Back when I was campaigning for the Senate, I met a man in his 60s down near the South Shore. His skin looked leathery like someone who had spent years working outside, and he wore a frayed Vietnam vets
believememylove: adamscott: averagefairy: when vinny from jersey shore is more educated on climate change than the actual president Guadagnino is a graduate of Susan E. Wagner High School. He subsequently attended SUNY New Paltz and graduated from the
tapatiopapi: nate-tm: saintlukas: goldkat-g0negrey: garbagefingers: fancy-trashblog: averagefairy: when vinny from jersey shore is more educated on climate change than the actual president I did not expect this, but I love it 😍 He was
fartgallery: pebble: finally… after 6 million long years I have finally washed up on shore. no longer am I a slave to the tides, no long- me [picking up pebble and chucking it into the ocean]: haha sploosh
tfabrocks:IG @melanin_heir
patch-of-shore:Hi it seems there was confusion when I posted these separately but they’re both true so lemme post them again.
goldkat-g0negrey: garbagefingers: fancy-trashblog: averagefairy: when vinny from jersey shore is more educated on climate change than the actual president I did not expect this, but I love it 😍
maya47000: Pebble Shore Lake in Glacier National Park, Montana, United States
“The Portuguese call it saudade: a longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. Love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people already dead, those who left and the ocean that tossed them on the shores of a different land -
“THAT crazed girl improvising her music.Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,Her soul in division from itselfClimbing, falling She knew not where,Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declareA beautiful lofty thing, or
“The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition.” ― Robert Frost
“Like a Columbus of the heart, mind and soul I have hurled myself off the shores of my own fears and limiting beliefs to venture far out into the uncharted territories of my inner truth, in search of what it means to be genuine and at peace with who
mikeyj529:two steps faded in sand the sun suggests to foam a jealousy of seashells coaxed endlessly by the tide we are a memory oceans feel the wound like breezes from the shore a million details under the sky all catching the light dancing on waves like
You are the sun before rise the sun before set the moon before light the sea before shore flower before flore some before thing You are everything ~Mookhatchka Khalid lustandgunsmoke
“It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is the grace that
sumisa-lily:“It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is
sumisa-lily: “THAT crazed girl improvising her music.Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,Her soul in division from itselfClimbing, falling She knew not where,Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declareA beautiful lofty
“Give up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave ‘til it gets to shore. You need more help than you know.” ~Rumi, Words of Paradise: Selected Poems of Rumi
sumisa-lily: “The Portuguese call it saudade: a longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. Love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people already dead, those who left and the ocean that tossed them on the shores of a different
sumisa-lily:“Like a Columbus of the heart, mind and soul I have hurled myself off the shores of my own fears and limiting beliefs to venture far out into the uncharted territories of my inner truth, in search of what it means to be genuine and at peace
Stranger from Distant Shores
To unpathed waters; to undreamed shores.
sumisa-lily: “Give up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave ‘til it gets to shore. You need more help than you know.” ~Rumi, Words of Paradise: Selected Poems of Rumi
valley-of-design: Shore Projects (by Edward Honaker) Boys and then some
upon-the-shores: instagram
upon-the-shores: man it must have been a year since ive painted
wolverxne: Wildlife Photographer Dan King captured these photographs of a Red Fox waking up and enjoying a morning stretch/yawn by the shore of the Beaufort Sea on the north slope of Alaska.
cry-now-watch-him-die: Lorna Shore // Godmaker (video)
shane7878: Lorna shore//Grimoire (My edit,not my photo) Snapchat:Shane7878
olioliox-infree: <I> || Tom Barber of Lorna Shore || </I>
havsglimt: NORTHLANE // LEECH. [x]Follow me underwater, until the searchlights leave the shore.
darkweeoom: Lorna Shore - Maleficium EP
dropdeadscum:Tom of Lorna Shore. // Bogies // Albany NY.
dunrath: Lorna Shore [x]
cry-now-watch-him-die: Lorna Shore // Cre(h)ate (video)
born-hanged:Lorna Shore // Grimoire (x)
primokyle: Tom Barber from Lorna Shore playing in a basement in New Brunswick. Follow @eastcoastmetal on instagram
justgirlsandbands: Lorna Shore [x]
wolfsheart-blog:Wolf by Stuart Shore
dunrath: Lorna Shore - Godmaker [x]
in-hearts-affliction:Lorna Shore // Flesh Coffin
in-hearts-affliction: Lorna Shore // Grimoire
one-from–none: Lorna Shore // Grimoire (video)
realwetting: Everybody knows that Natalie’s a reading addict. Today is no exception as we find her reading on the shore and wetting her jeans because she can’t stop to read only for peeing.
mxtmurdock: Sir Christopher Lee | 1922-2015End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it. White shores,