One time, a cop stopped me in Wellington, because I was walking out of my apartment building with the sword, and I got in the car with it. I guess it would be an alarming sight to anyone at 5:00 am seeing me walking around with a sword. But, once I told the cop what it was for, he let me go. But, I did keep the sword with me all the time. I just felt that it was part of the job description.
jihyoo:

untitled by _s t e v e n on Flickr.

ieromg:

I HATE IT WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOU ACTUALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO CONTRIBUTE TO A CONVERSATION AND YOU LIKE WORK UP ALL THIS COURAGE TO SAY THE THING AND YOU FINALLY SAY THE THING AND NOBODY EVEN HEARS YOU/ACKNOWLEDGES THAT YOU EVEN SAID ANYTHING AND YOU JUST FEEL DUMB AND UGH

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There’s a man called the doctor. He lives on a cloud in the sky and all he does, all day, every day, is to stop all the children in the world ever having bad dreams
yeahbarakat:

The Maine by Madeline Gbur on Flickr.
sleepingwiththeveilatsix:

Alex Gaskarth, All Time Low.
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