A thought or two
the roaring horse

happiness I feel for the one I call my friend,Smile on my face one that will never end, A truth so unknown that it lingers in my heart. The sound of the Roar makes it even worse, to know it is was him on my loud roaring horse. I watch as it moves with such elegance and grace as it roars at the street making people look it way. The pain that I feel knowing it wont be me, for I am unworthy of the loud roaring horse

sati5000:

excellent point

sati5000:

excellent point

s-e-a-song:

meganthestarkid:

janoskianspage:

perfectinmyownperfectway:

No one, and I mean no one deserves this.

don’t care if your a bieber, hipster, one direction, kardashian, janoskian blog. you all need to watch this and reblog it

Forever reblog

dont just reblog, go do something too . 

framingcanada:

War and Conflict - And Life Marches On
Amidst the terror, before the battlefield, wartime photographers managed to capture those candid moments, follies and necessities of everyday life that continued despite the disruptions of war.
Soldiers of the Mackenzie-Papineau Battalion Spain, ca. 1937-1938 Photographer: unknown C-067469Source

framingcanada:

War and Conflict - And Life Marches On

Amidst the terror, before the battlefield, wartime photographers managed to capture those candid moments, follies and necessities of everyday life that continued despite the disruptions of war.

Soldiers of the Mackenzie-Papineau Battalion
Spain, ca. 1937-1938
Photographer: unknown
C-067469
Source

markcoatney:

Some really nice photos here gathered by Newsweek’s Maggie Keady:
(Vietnam War Captured in Never-Before-Seen Newsweek Photos From 1965)

markcoatney:

Some really nice photos here gathered by Newsweek’s Maggie Keady:

(Vietnam War Captured in Never-Before-Seen Newsweek Photos From 1965)

white ceiling

Hour’s have passes and much is on the mind, lost in transition a feeling so divined. I stare at a white empty ceiling it seems to past time, A friend without words is a great friend of mine, pictures of my thoughts paintings of my feelings ,oh how a white  ceiling can be so revealing.

Bite my finger