A Chance Encounter In Life

princess-of-versailles:

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These photographs by Matt Bower evoke such a feeling of nostalgia in me. I look at them and feel like I know this place, like I’ve been there many times. Taking a photograph that makes you desperately long for something you’ve never known is a rare talent. 

oryte:

I bet you’re looking at this and thinking hmm not the best photo ever i mean it’s only a seafront and it’s ugly anyway. This photo was infact taken in the dead of night, the only reason it is bright is because i snapped the shutter down as soon as a flash of lightning hit. I was so astonished when these got developed that I actually managed to get a photo of it - especially on my 35mm film cameraSo yeah, my picture of a freak lightning storm

oryte:

I bet you’re looking at this and thinking hmm not the best photo ever i mean it’s only a seafront and it’s ugly anyway. This photo was infact taken in the dead of night, the only reason it is bright is because i snapped the shutter down as soon as a flash of lightning hit. I was so astonished when these got developed that I actually managed to get a photo of it - especially on my 35mm film camera

So yeah, my picture of a freak lightning storm

big-catsss:

Elaine Kruer was able to watch a mother carefully move her cubs to their den. The process was very special and a reminder of how gentle nature can be. “When her grip began to slip, rather than tighten her grasp, she would lay them down and use her paws to reposition them ever so carefully,” says Elaine. (source)

Text her after she falls asleep and describe in large detail everything that you adore about her. She’ll wake up with a smile on her face.
(via icanrelateto)

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid.  (via schrodingers-bitch)
When you asked me if I was alright and I told you I was sad, you never texted me back. I don’t know why I expected you to care because you only ever loved the parts of me that were easy to love.
Midnight Thoughts (I guess I’m not worth the effort)

leonkumquat:

when my dad was in college he had a friend who told a girl he’d take her on a date unlike any other she’d ever been on and so he took her to the supermarket to watch the lobsters fighting in the lobster tank

they’re married now

mymodernmet:

Tokyo-born, Bali-based graphic design student and photographer Yutha Yamanaka produces stunningly surreal self-portraits that explore a strange and darkly mysterious world. Keep up with his Project 365 on Flickr.