when the wind blows

rest in peace old friend, you'll never be forgotten

frustration

my computer likes to be a jherk, so i decided to take a few photos



friday the 13th


my valentine

behind bars

woah

Storms do not incessantly brew; they explode all over you and your vision, like a firework in the night sky. What they manage to bring is a beautiful, unescapable feeling of utter overpowering and vulnerability, which is generally only sustained for a short, violent period of time. In this graceful, unpredictable interlude human beings are exposed to the harsh, amazing array of Mother Nature in her most generous and stunning form. They’re a true taste of chaos combined with a sweet yet succulent spice of serenity. Contrasted with precision, these serene beasts glide through the night like ghosts through hallways - silent, haunting those who aren’t accustom to the mysterious power in which our universe so marvellously subsists within.

The photo above was taken as a storm and volcanic erruption merged together and is one of the most breathetaking images to grace past me. The girl who sent me this and i personally agree that it is a photo to die for, as in id'e go through my whole life just to capture a moment like that. amazing.

core

its wednesday arvo and im fucking bored.


been checking out some artwork, this piece appealed to me..
i dont know who the artist is but its fucking amazing.