Act my age?
What the fuck is that, “act my age”?
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck.
It will still drown your ass with vigor. the greatest thing i have ever read (via jessicarabbrit)

(Source: howitzerliterarysociety, via l0ve-0r-hate-mee)












This is someone dying while having an MRI scan. Before you die, your brain releases tons and tons of endorphins that make you feel a range of emotions. Tragically beautiful.


Can never not reblog.

this is crazy. they say this is when ‘your life flashes before your eyes’

one of my favourite posts

this is simply tragically beautiful, i live to feel this.

i like how the mouth moves.. its scary <>



i thought this was from the walking dead when a person dies and turns into a zombie ……

This is the first tumblr post I saw when i joined years ago ahaha

This is from the walking dead. The amc logo is in the right hand corner.. 
I bit the bullet and made a grindr.

Oh my god. 

Refer me to moderately attractive/interesting gay boys in the edmonds/shoreline/north seattle area please. 

Prayer in Tehran, lead by Sheikh al-Montazari.

(by wbsloan)
The universe is the smallest of bubble within the vast ocean of God’s Nothingness.
God is not death; He, so to speak, is the source of both life and death. Death is the final price we pay for life and love, but death is not all there is. Life has its deep, abiding, and profound moments of joy and fulfillment. Were there no death of the individual, there would be no biological need for love in the order of things. Moreover, every act of love truly consummated is to some degree a joyful dying to the self. It is a distortion to see God solely as love, for love and death are inseparable. God creates, so to speak, out of his own substance; He nurtures, but He also sets a term to individual existence, which in its individuality is no less indivisibly an epiphenomenal manifestation of the divine substance. The creative process is a totality. It is impossible to affirm the loving and the creative aspects of God’s activity without also affirming that creation and destruction are part of an indivisible process. Each wave in the ocean of God’s Nothingness has its moment, but it must inevitably give way to other waves. We are not, like Job, destined to receive back everything twofold. Richard Rubenstein, God After the Death of God