TERMINALLY CHILL
Oh, there’s an empty place in my bones,
That calls out for something unknown.

gergeshelley:

“Thanks for the adventure, now go have a new one!” Love, Ellie.

I cry like a sissy.

madvillainess:

me all fucking week

alugasevende:

Please know that I’m yours to keep. If you were to leave, fulfill someone elses dreams, I think I might totally be lost.

 

revolutionaryriots:

“The music is played with the heart and is felt with the soul”
This is a picture of a brazilian kid who was part of the “cultural group of reggae”, playing his instrument in the funeral of his mentor who saved him from an environment of poverty and crime. He was rescued from the street.
nevver:

Interior Design 101

loqui:

Echolilia: A Father’s Photographic Conversation with His Autistic Son. Timothy Archibald uses his camera to find an emotional bridge to his son Photographs and text from the book Echolilia: Sometimes I Wonder

 My eldest son was born in 2001. He was always a kid who went to the beat of his own drummer. When he was 5, we began making photographs collaboratively as a way to find some common ground and attempt to understand each other. Soon after we began the project, Elijah was diagnosed on the autistic spectrum. Though the diagnosis gave me the words and history to understand my son better, it didn’t take away the mystery and the need to try to find an emotional bridge to him.”Echolilia” is an alternate spelling of a more common term, “echolalia,” used in the autistic community to refer to the habit of verbal repetition and copying that is commonly found in autistic kids’ behavior. I liked the idea of it: photography is a form of copying. Kids are a form of repetition. And looking at my kid with photography allowed me to see myself a new

what a touching idea and gorgeous photos.