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houseofdawn:

Drake x Jhene 

I fkg ship them

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houseofdawn:

Drake x Jhene 

I fkg ship them

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shez-a-bitch:

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"

That’s what really scares me.

Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.

You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.

And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.

I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.

I’m scared it’ll be just you.

"

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spanishguyinghent:

Albert Falzon’s first film ‘Morning of the Earth’ (1972) was the film that inspired a generation of surfers to leave their home breaks an wander the globe in search of spiritual harmony and perfect waves

spanishguyinghent:

Albert Falzon’s first film ‘Morning of the Earth’ (1972) was the film that inspired a generation of surfers to leave their home breaks an wander the globe in search of spiritual harmony and perfect waves

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"It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown back, throat to the stars, “more like deer than human beings.” To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn."

— The Secret History (via piscula)