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  • (Fuente: melisica, vía parasiempreenelalma)

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  • earth-song:

    can you do that ??? by Josef Gelernter

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  • earth-song:

    Rainbow Mountains Zhangye Danxia, China

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  • bajolamismaestrella-es:

    ¡Quedan 5 días para el estreno de #BajoLaMismaEstrella en España!

    #BLME #TFiOS

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  • "Y aunque se que puedo estar sin vos.. ¿Cómo hacer que quiera estar sin vos?"
    Las Pastillas del Abuelo (via parasiempreenelalma)
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    (Fuente: arthurdarvvill, vía eenjolras)

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  • Rest in Peace, Robin Williams.
    July 21st, 1951 - August 11th, 2014

    Thank you for bringing joy into my childhood and life with your voice and acting. Thank you for your contagious jokes, your wacky impersonations, and amazing acting. Thank you for making my childhood experience better, and thank you for bringing joy to those even though you battled with your own joy. If only you could have known how much you’ve impacted people. Your life work will live on, and you will never be forgotten. I know I won’t forget you. Thank you for helping me whenever I felt sad and having a film for every mood. Gone, but never forgotten.

    (Fuente: disneyyandmore, vía eenjolras)

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  • darksilenceinsuburbia:

    O Captain! My Captain!

    BY WALT WHITMAN

    O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
    The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
    The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
    While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                             But O heart! heart! heart!
                                O the bleeding drops of red,
                                   Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                      Fallen cold and dead.

    O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
    Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
    For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
    For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                             Here Captain! dear father!
                                The arm beneath your head!
                                   It is some dream that on the deck,
                                     You’ve fallen cold and dead.

    My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
    My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
    The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
    From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                             Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                                But I with mournful tread,
                                   Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                      Fallen cold and dead.
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  • janoskiansel:

    His smile.

    (vía tfios-moviee)

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  • nurnielfa:

    Esgrafiado y ventana. Segovia. Nur Nielfa

    (vía darksilenceinsuburbia)

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