One of my fav. vids of this Maori kid singin!

thedailyfeed:

Did you know Froot Loops is more than 40% sugar? And it’s not even the worst! A new study says you’re better off eating chocolate chip cookies for breakfast than these cereals. 

thedailyfeed:

Did you know Froot Loops is more than 40% sugar? And it’s not even the worst! A new study says you’re better off eating chocolate chip cookies for breakfast than these cereals

prettygirlfood:

Pizza Cone.

prettygirlfood:

Pizza Cone.

tweetface:

2 and a half dozen gingerbread cupcakes today.

tweetface:

2 and a half dozen gingerbread cupcakes today.

Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.

Mark Twain  (via atomiclanterns)

It's Just... Poets Have The Loneliest Hearts: Crush

threeforthursday:

Would you think me weird if I said                                                             That I think I love you?                                                                                 Would you think me strange if I were to say                                                    I’m infatuated by you”..

[My FAVORITE part is when he writes “when you don’t even exist yet.”]

Musings of a Poetic Mind: If...

aprofoundocean:

If we met on a train,
would I still recognize
the air that seems to
congregate around you?
Would I still have the
courage to approach you
to ask for a seat?
Would we strike up
a conversation about
the most random things
going on in the train?
Would you notice
that I am flirting with you?
Would I…

(via aprofoundocean-deactivated20120)

wbsloan:

It’s Your Turn
woodendreams:

(by m.groezinger)

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —
because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you’ll have gone so far
I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

    Pablo Neruda, “Don’t Go Far Off”