Fear is the mind killer.

Tim, 20, Perth.

afro-art-chick:

“Cool is not just one type of cool. Cool is confidence and knowing, I guess, what you are and being fine with it. Some people can be what people call ‘nerds’ and they’re cool because they know they’re nerds. They know what they are and they’re so confident in knowing what they are that that makes them cool, and somebody aspires to be like them, because they’re fine with it. It’s confidence, you know.”

Happy 38th Birthday to rapper, actor and fashion designer, André Lauren Benjamin, better known by his stage name André 3000 (b. May 27, 1974)

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I’m almost 100% sure this was taken just before the final BDO show in Perth back in 2011. Fucking outstanding. 

I’m almost 100% sure this was taken just before the final BDO show in Perth back in 2011. Fucking outstanding. 

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boniverotica: Come July, Bon Iver begins his annual countdown to Jamboree Days. He looks forward to the charcoal chicken dinner, the parade with its antique tractors and fire trucks, the high school marching band and the 4-H float, the pancake breakfast at town hall, and, of course, the midway carnival. When the festivities draw to a close and the stirring strains of Sousa’s ‘The Gallant Seventh’ have all but faded from our memory, Bon Iver and I will return home, arm in arm, fingers sticky from spun sugar, faces red from too much sun, exhausted but content, and he will turn to me and say, as earnest as can be, ‘I wouldn’t trade a single moment with you for a lifetime’s worth of Jamboree Days.’  Dedicated to thisadventurewithyou.tumblr.com

boniverotica:

Come July, Bon Iver begins his annual countdown to Jamboree Days. He looks forward to the charcoal chicken dinner, the parade with its antique tractors and fire trucks, the high school marching band and the 4-H float, the pancake breakfast at town hall, and, of course, the midway carnival.

When the festivities draw to a close and the stirring strains of Sousa’s ‘The Gallant Seventh’ have all but faded from our memory, Bon Iver and I will return home, arm in arm, fingers sticky from spun sugar, faces red from too much sun, exhausted but content, and he will turn to me and say, as earnest as can be, ‘I wouldn’t trade a single moment with you for a lifetime’s worth of Jamboree Days.’ 

Dedicated to thisadventurewithyou.tumblr.com