Sounds of Music.

nubbsgalore:

photos by (click pic) michael poliza, dennis fast and matthias brieter of polar bears amongst the fireweed in churchill, manitoba. the area has the largest, and most southerly, concentration of the animals on the planet. in late summer and early fall the polar bears make their way to the hudson bay, waiting for it freeze over so they can hunt for seals on the ice. but every year, the ice is forming later and later, forcing the polar bears to go hungry for longer. (more polar bear posts

Reblogged from meowfaces-foryou (Originally from nubbsgalore)

awwww-cute:

He wore his new boots today and was the most popular dog on the trail!


He looks so happy!

awwww-cute:

He wore his new boots today and was the most popular dog on the trail!

He looks so happy!

Reblogged from nyrbb22 (Originally from awwww-cute)

ultrafacts:

Source If you want more facts, follow Ultrafacts

My brain is the dumbest.

ultrafacts:

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My brain is the dumbest.

Reblogged from ultrafacts

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Reblogged from miss1901 (Originally from sizvideos)

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Reblogged from meowfaces-foryou (Originally from stereocolours)

There will come a time when you want to cut off all your hair. Do it. Realise that the thing you want rid of doesn’t lie in the long curls that frame your face so perfectly. Live with short hair for a while. It’ll grow.

You won’t always want to talk to people. That’s okay. When it’s late and you hear your friends talking in the next room, you don’t have to join them. You’re allowed your solitude. It makes company sweeter and it teaches you how to survive alone. You will need that skill.

In the winter, you’ll believe that nothing will ever grow again. You’re wrong. Every year, London looks like it’s on its last legs, wheezing through those last cold days in March. Every year, spring comes like an explosion and the city shakes off its sleep.

Mundane problems will get the better of you sometimes. Don’t worry. Try as you might, life cannot be an endless, beautiful, intense moment. Find comfort in money worries and late trains; they’re a welcome rest in between heartbreaks and breakdowns.

People will call you a cynic, a wry smile on their faces. Pay them no mind. You alone know that you are capable of a love greater than anything they can comprehend. You alone know that you are not willing to sell your identity and respect to the first smirking halfwit to pass by. It is not cynicism. It is reverence for your own vast and fathomless heart, and it makes sense only to love someone who understands that and is awed by it.

You will not always get what you want when you want it. Accept it. Your goals are not set in stone and you are not on a fixed trajectory. Sometimes, life will take its time and you will have to play the long, interminable game. Play it well and with as much grace as you can muster. Live at your own pace.

At night, you will occasionally wake up afraid, wanting to die. Don’t give in. Night plays its tricks, but you are not so easily fooled. Your mind will play its tricks, too. It will make you believe that you’re not who you are, but you must not give in. You take a breath and you tell yourself that you are here. That you always were.

Practical Advice for Difficult Women (#20 - 9th December)

Holy fuck I needed this.

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Reblogged from valderie (Originally from blood-and-magic)

thecutestofthecute:

In honor of Autumn coming soon, here are some happy dogs that love the fall weather are aren’t afraid to show it. Have a great day everyone.

Look valderie puppies!
Reblogged from grrr0ss (Originally from thecutestofthecute)

toopunktofuck:

one of new jersey’s most famous confections, saltwater taffy, was invented because some asshole’s candy shop flooded and ruined all his taffy and he sold it to a child anyway and i think that pretty much says a lot about the overall cultural climate of new jersey

Reblogged from illneverturnaway (Originally from toopunktofuck)

So fuck you Hollywood,
for teaching us that love was free and easy.

Frank Turner, Good & Gone. (via franksaysblog)

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Reblogged from franksaysblog (Originally from sa-angreal)

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