borninthe6thmonth:

newyorkstandard:

amaz3d:

lifelongch0ices:

This is my baby cousin Zack, he’s only five months old, and is going through too much. He’s way to young to go through this. He had two heart attacks in one day, he only has one lung, and died, and got brought back to life. That means he has a second chance at life, he’s the cutest baby in the world.
Reblog this, it won’t ruin your blog full of hipster| indie| etc.. it will make your blog even more beautiful. I want to screenshot how many notes this has and I want to know how my followers truly care about him.
Zack, I love you<3. 

oh my god. mina :( im praying okay hun? <3

He is actually the cutest baby in the world :( poor bubba

aww :( he’s the cutest thing ever…. parying for him!! 

borninthe6thmonth:

newyorkstandard:

amaz3d:

lifelongch0ices:

This is my baby cousin Zack, he’s only five months old, and is going through too much. He’s way to young to go through this. He had two heart attacks in one day, he only has one lung, and died, and got brought back to life. That means he has a second chance at life, he’s the cutest baby in the world.

Reblog this, it won’t ruin your blog full of hipster| indie| etc.. it will make your blog even more beautiful. I want to screenshot how many notes this has and I want to know how my followers truly care about him.

Zack, I love you<3. 

oh my god. mina :( im praying okay hun? <3

He is actually the cutest baby in the world :( poor bubba

aww :( he’s the cutest thing ever…. parying for him!! 

(Source: alwaysbe4utiful, via dreamandwake)

A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.

Vincent van Gogh (via handfulofsand)

(Source: poetanarchy, via babyyoulookpretty)

pinpricks:

I’ve always chose to believe that little red riding hood fell in love with the wolf and that they ran away together.
9”x12”, ink

pinpricks:

I’ve always chose to believe that little red riding hood fell in love with the wolf and that they ran away together.

9”x12”, ink


I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix;
Angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection
to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night.

Ginsberg (via octoarms)
I want to marry the man who will be the father to my children that my father never was to me.

Overheard on the city bus.

One day I’m will be strong enough to be honest with myself, so that I can really know, I mean really understand and digest, my own story. Sometimes I get so caught up in building a life, that I forget that my imagination, the world that I’ve built out of dreams, is not my reality. Sometimes it takes moments like the one on the bus to come to this realization. I apologize if this makes no sense to you.

(via whitneyj)

I’m stealin’.  && Whitney, I miss you, your inspiration & optimism.  xo!