Life was very good. Then I was an asshole.
—Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via thelifeguardlibrarian)
Wharariki Beach , Golden Bay, NZ [1920X1080] //imgur.com/r/earthporn/jHLjUUF
this photograph intrigues me so much! why isn’t this the most famous photo from 9/11 instead of the falling man? isn’t 2 people holding hands after jumping more significant than 1 man? it makes me wonder what the story is behind this photo, were they friends or lovers? or just strangers who were too scared to jump alone? it shows that people need a helping hand even in their final moments, i love it.
Fucking reblog today; tomorrow. Any day I see it on my dash. Beautiful. I for one think they were strangers. Sometimes it’s easier to care for a stranger, how else would they have found the courage to not only jump, but to look into someone’s eyes and jump. I don’t think I could have done that if I knew the person well.
this is so beautiful ♥
The foothills of the great Alaskan wilderness
How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
—Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via likeafieldmouse)
Cussing doesn’t come from a lack of vocabulary – I know all the other words. None of them speak the same language that my fucking heart does.
—Anis Mojgani (via elisekristin)