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Photo Shoot in Indiana’s 3rd Most Haunted — Hotel Mudlavia

Photo Shoot in Indiana’s 3rd Most Haunted — Hotel Mudlavia


Attica Indiana may not look like much. A historic main street, and maybe a Subway. What it lacks in standing buildings it makes up in decrepit, decaying structures. The vestige of the twice-burned building is left in brick walls, crumbling floors and doors to nowhere. Picking through the debris in asbestos-coated shoes, the abandoned halls of the once-grand 1890 resort didn’t feel haunted. But it…

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New York City Fall Thrift Haul

Rifling through vintage bins in the five borrows sounds like a cheap clothing option, until you try to get on the plane.

For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.

n.t. (via astrasperas)

Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life.
Everyone is always going through tough things, the irony in it is that everyone thinks what they’re going through is just as hard as what you are. Life isn’t about surviving this, it’s about understanding this.

Nicholas Sparks (via feellng)


De Anza College, Cupertino. 



Reason 3284739567346762306 why I love Julie Andrews.



Aziz Ansari just came out as a feminist with one perfect analogy

During his appearance on the Late Show with David Letterman on Monday night, the comedian made it very clear where he stands on the issue of gender equality: He supports it and thinks you should, too.

"That’s not how words work"

It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.

Oscar WildeLady Windermere’s Fan (via feellng)

But I don’t believe that life is supposed to make you feel good, or to make you feel miserable either. Life is just supposed to make you feel.

Gloria Naylor (via teenager90s)

When I was little, I was out riding my brand-new blue bicycle when I decided to see how far I could keep going without looking back even once.
I could feel with my back how my neighborhood was receding, further and further away… but I kept pedaling with all my might, my mind almost going blank. All I could hear was the sound of my own heart, thumping wildly in my ears. Even now, I remember it sometimes. What exactly was I trying to do that day? What was it that I wanted to prove?
It’s no good. My mind just keeps fogging over. I have this irritating sound stuck in my head. What is it? This sound… Ohh… I know what it is.
This is… the sound of emptiness.

Chica Umino (via feellng)