The Banquet Thief

sssibilance:

yourpersonalcheerleader:

linrenzo:

videohall:

Baby laughing while getting shots

> Rock star doctor.

I don’t care how old he will be I’m taking my future children to him

My heart!

That person is in the right field!  So many pediatricians are terrible with children; you can tell this person LOVES children and taking care of them.

this is my hero forever the search is over

Just graveyard jumpin with my buds

Just graveyard jumpin with my buds

Hello little bear bee, librarian of the flowers

Hello little bear bee, librarian of the flowers

no but seriously fuck off scotland

no but seriously fuck off scotland

This picture is phegnomenal.

This picture is phegnomenal.

fuck you scotland

fuck you scotland

fuck you scotland

fuck you scotland

NBD JUST A MORNING RUN THROUGH A GRAVEYARD IN THE RAIN EMOJI EMOJI EMOJI EMOJI EMOJI

NBD JUST A MORNING RUN THROUGH A GRAVEYARD IN THE RAIN EMOJI EMOJI EMOJI EMOJI EMOJI

& anyway, isn’t this what the body
was made for? In each photograph
she is a dandelion at the birth
of a tornado, granting heaven
its every furious wish. To see
her move - the stuttering ballet, machine
gun scripture inked into the muscles
of her legs, is to know the body, at last,
as not a conduit for prayer, but prayer
itself.
Jeremy Radin, “St. Vincent Live at the Wiltern,” published in Drunk in a Midnight Choir (via bostonpoetryslam)