I do not think I’m easy to define. I have a wandering mind. And I’m not anything that you think I am.
Syd Barrett (via teenager90s)
Treehouse, Redmond, USA, by Steve Rondel http://goo.gl/B4RMuF
“Steve Rondel’s children grew up before he could finish this exeptional treehouse. He started it 20 years ago when his oldest son was 5. Now he is looking for grandchildren to give him an excuse to push on.”
I watched her wake. Eyes fluttering, trying to focus on the new day. I smiled and continued to watch. A smile, accompanied by a low-level moan and stretch, escaped from her. Those sounds make me melt. Her exhales make me melt. And all that is left is the desire to do nothing more and just get back in bed and melt with her.
seen this on twitter today and the accuracy hurts (via piiissssss)
REALIST SHIT EVER