No Soul to Sell

Ok peoples. Got me and my good friend Tims, photography tumblr up and going. Please take a look, and give a follow. A lot of nature and macabre.

nevver:

It’s a small world, Photomicrography Competition

shit-faced-thoughts:

I’ve looked…

shit-faced-thoughts:

I’ve looked…

nothingfuture:

Vision at speed 1.2 by Permanent*Daylight http://flic.kr/p/6ZiuDR

nothingfuture:

Vision at speed 1.2 by Permanent*Daylight http://flic.kr/p/6ZiuDR

nevver:

RIP, Photographer René Burri

The thing about an anxiety disorder is that you know it is stupid. You know with all your heart that it wasn’t a big deal and that it should roll off of you. But that is where the disorder kicks in; Suddenly the small thing is very big and it keeps growing in your head, flooding your chest, and trying to escape from under your skin. You know with all of your heart that you’re being ridiculous and you hate every minute of it. The fact that many people don’t recognize or have patience for your illness only makes everything worse.
(via 90481)
Simplicity, to me, has always been the essence of good taste.
Cary Grant  (via thatkindofwoman)
I didn’t want to come here.
I never wanted my love to be poetry.
But now it’s all over the floor.
Now it lives amongst the trees.
We will never be what we were.
Brian S. Ellis, “The Last Payphone,” from American Dust Revisited. (via tanghuijuan)
Roam if you must, but come home when you’ve seen enough.
Atmosphere (via tahom)

You can never see “enough”.