'tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone;
all her lovely companions are faded and gone
qarcon:

Someone wrote a little story on the wall in the college toilets
"There once was an old man who took long walks on the beach every morning. One day he saw a young man dancing in the distance. As he got closer he realised he wasn’t dancing at all, but reaching down and throwing small crabs into the sea. "Young man, what are you doing?" he asked. "Throwing crabs back into the sea" he replied, "they’ll die if I don’t help them." The old man looked down at the hundreds of small crabs scattered on the beach for miles. "But there must be millions of them," the old man told him aghast. "You can’t possibly make a difference." The young man bent down, picked up another crab and threw it into the ocean. "It made a difference to that one.""

qarcon:

Someone wrote a little story on the wall in the college toilets

"There once was an old man who took long walks on the beach every morning. One day he saw a young man dancing in the distance. As he got closer he realised he wasn’t dancing at all, but reaching down and throwing small crabs into the sea. "Young man, what are you doing?" he asked. "Throwing crabs back into the sea" he replied, "they’ll die if I don’t help them." The old man looked down at the hundreds of small crabs scattered on the beach for miles. "But there must be millions of them," the old man told him aghast. "You can’t possibly make a difference." The young man bent down, picked up another crab and threw it into the ocean. "It made a difference to that one.""


Takato Yamamoto

(Source: dat-sick)

(Source: abstractnumbers)


Jake Stangel.

I’ve always loved this photograph.

Jake Stangel.

I’ve always loved this photograph.

(Source: madfuture.com)

(Source: ileu)

"Pack a bag. Grab your friends. Make a playlist. Hit the road. Head out. Escape. Move forward. Don’t look back except to laugh. Tell bad jokes. Sing out load. Get the words wrong. Play it again. Stop at a roadie. Snap a memory. Hang out the window. Be free. Forget the rest."

I really want to go on an island road trip with 4 friends, and coconut rum + chaser. One where everyone walks with 2 changes of clothing and a swimsuit, and we pretty much drive around the entire island stopping whenever someone feels like they see a random photo op; pausing for lunch at any local village stop; chilling at any beaches we may come across if we feel like, before continuing and coming full circle to where we began.  (via thenomadicmermaid)
caribbeancivilisation:

Excerpt from Journeycakes: Memories with My Antiguan Mama by Monica Matthew

caribbeancivilisation:

Excerpt from Journeycakes: Memories with My Antiguan Mama by Monica Matthew


Hole by Jean Alexander Frater

Hole by Jean Alexander Frater

(Source: cudah)

"Use your blood to paint.
Keep painting until you faint. (a)
Keep painting until you die. (b)"

Yoko Ono, Blood Piece

"when the mosquito bite,
is because I have sweet blood,
them mosquito can tell your lineage."

Vanessa Simmons, born and raised on Bequia, St. Vincent and the Grenadines. (via caribbeancivilisation)
brazilwonders:

By Paulo Ito on the entrance of a public schoolhouse in São Paulo.

brazilwonders:

By Paulo Ito on the entrance of a public schoolhouse in São Paulo.