15 Jul 14 at 7 pm

Happy Tuesday #favthings #wolverine #founders #oddsideales #motorcitybrewingworks 🍻

Happy Tuesday #favthings #wolverine #founders #oddsideales #motorcitybrewingworks 🍻
13 Apr 14 at 9 pm

The Most Beautiful Trees In The World

  1. Portland Japanese Garden, Portland, Oregon. Photo: Unknown
  2. Red maples trees path. Photo: Ildiko Neer
  3. Most beautiful wisteria tree in the world. Photo: Brian Young
  4. Yellow autumn in Central Park, New York. Photo: Christopher Schoenbohm
  5. Amazing Angel Oak Tree, Charlston, Photo by Mark Requidan.
  6. Cherry blossom tree path, Germany. Photo: Shoeven
  7. California in autumn. Photo: Mizzy Pacheco
  8. Jacaranda trees in bloom, South Africa. Photo: Falke
  9. Ponthus beech tree in Brocéliande forest, France. Photo: Christophe Kiciak
  10. Beautiful cherry blossom road. Photo: Unknown

(Source: onebigphoto.com, via sailorstef)

06 Apr 14 at 11 pm

I love this

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I love this
04 Apr 14 at 1 am




This is disgusting. I love it.

I can just imagine his wife yelling at him “YOU COCKY LITTLE SHIT!”

Is he wearing a blazer over a leather jacket?

Yes, yes he is.

(Source: robert-downey-junior, via londonlovesparis)


oh, that’s cute Westboro Baptist Church.

you don’t want to disclose where your founders funeral is going to take place. why? because a funeral is a personal thing, a mourning period for families and friends? you’d hate to have people angered by your beliefs and your practices protest your funeral, wouldn’t you? (≖︿≖)

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22 Mar 14 at 2 am

James Joyce, from his letter to Nora Barnacle, on his collection of love poems Chamber Music, 21 Aug 1909 (via apoetreflects)

(Source: mentolbombon, via apoetreflects)

"I like to think of you reading my verses (though it took you five years to find them out). When I wrote them I was a strange lonely boy, walking about by myself at night and thinking that some day a girl would love me. But I never could speak to the girls I used to meet at houses. Their false manners checked me at once. Then you came to me. You were not in a sense the girl for whom I had dreamed and written the verses you find now so enchanting. She was perhaps (as I saw her in my imagination) a girl fashioned into a curious grave beauty by the culture of generations before her, the woman for whom I wrote poems like ‘Gentle lady’ or ‘Thou leanest to the shell of night’. But then I saw that the beauty of your soul outshone that of my verses. There was something in you higher than anything I had put into them. And for this reason the book of verses is for you. It holds the desire of my youth and you, darling, were the fulfillment of that desire."