Brothers On A Hotel Bed | Death Cab For Cutie
"No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise the youthful boy below.
Who turned your way and saw something he was not looking for, both a beginning and an end.
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize when he catches his reflection on accident.”
Almost every “safe space” on tumblr ends up eventually becoming an echo chamber, a criticism-free zone, a gigantic hivemind. Safe spaces need to facilitate active communication and constructive criticism. People should feel safe telling someone that they’re using words incorrectly or twisting meanings. You’re not a terrible person or infringing on someone’s freedom just because you tell them, “That’s not what that means.”
Doesn’t that look beautiful?
Like something you’d find on one of those soft/pale/rosy/grunge blogs?
Well nothing too rosy on my blog.
The Bolton Strid in England is one of the most innocent looking streams.
Though it looks like you could just hop across the rocks, but if you miss you will die for sure. It packs very rapid currents just a couple of feet below its surface. No one really knows how deep it really is. Nobody who has ever fallen into the Strid has survived. It has a 100% fatality rate.
It’s always the things I google expecting to be false that wind up being horribly true.
"It’s relatively common for people to assume they can jump the creek, walk across its stones or even wade through it (again, just looking at it, the Strid really seems to be only knee-deep in places, and certainly not the instant, precipitous drop into a watery grave that it is). Most of the time, they never even find the body. Which means there are just dozens of corpses down there, pinned to the walls of the underground chasms, waiting for you to join them…"
that is horrifying, england.
I’ve never read any of these books and never will, but I love them all because of the themed cover design.