Photos From The Balkan With No Context, Part 1: Just Slavs Being Slavic

86 400

Maybe a year ago I decided to calculate exactly how many seconds there are in 24 hours (or a day). It turned out to be 86 400 seconds. Since then I have remembered that and I write it down on my hand each day, as a reminder that I have 86 400 seconds each day to do or change something. It kind of calms me. I kind of want a tattoo of it in the future. Today we had national finals. On one of the questions we had to calculate how many seconds there were in 24 hours. I got sooo happy and still am. I didn’t learn it for nothing after all.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I will never not be obsessed with Avatar: The Last Airbender and that’s that on that.

my friend said that whenever she has a bad feeling about her body/appearance, she asks herself “who profits off of this emotion?” and i really love how simple and incisive that is

due to personal reasons I am freezing myself in an iceberg for a hundred years

Sometimes I think about those high res Jupiter pics and then think about Van Gogh and get emotional because it’s like this one, lonely man that didn’t experience an ounce of fame or recognition in his life time had the image of the universe in his head and he didn’t know it.

i was never the same after the show ended

buenos días tumblr! for the low low price of 2 dollars, i will ruin your morning :)

we are not born to die!! what are you talking about!! do you think a book begins just to finish? do you think a song opens with a beautiful chord just for it to end? you don’t read the book to finish it, you read the book to eat up the excitement and the emotions it evokes!! to learn and to digest and to fall in love and be heartbroken!! you listen to the song to dance and dance and sing your throat raw!!! to cry and smile and swell with the harmonies!! yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, we are mortal after all, but that is merely the finale of the play!! the final act, the closing of the curtains - we are not born to take a bow and exit stage left!! we are born to love and be joyous and yell and move and learn and cry and feelfeelfeel!!!  we are not born to die, silly, we’re born to live!!!

I'VE HAD AN EPIPHANY

Silent Generation- Denial

Boomers- Anger

Gen X- Bargaining

Millennials- Depression

Gen Z- Acceptance