Shivani, 16, Londoner


I love photography like seriously, I love it more than dessert (and that's saying something).


One day I hope to go traveling across the world to take pictures but pfft, doubt that'll happen anytime soon.

I love adventuring, trying new things and going to new places!
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Pierre Debusschere’s work is strangely compelling

whovian-all-over:

ohyousillypotato:

And here we can see the Blogger in her natural habitat.

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The blogger is a shy, docile creature…

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… that prefers the darkness…

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… and tends to be wary of the outside world.

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The Blogger rarely sleeps, and when it does, it does so in seemingly random places.image

We have attempted to understand the dietary habits of the Blogger…

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… but to no avail.

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I am so glad this is back

lucifernix:

aestheticstateofmind:

I’m reblogging this again because I love the message behind it and I think it needs to be passed on.

My mother let us choose. My brother and I decided that religion just wasn’t for us. She reacted neutrally and we were not baptised, nor did we make our first holy communion.My sister chose religion. She woke my mum up every Said “its time to go to church”. She was baptised at 8 years old when she was able to do it for herself, read the relevant parts herself, and knew the choices she was making rather than it being made for her. And she was so happy. Religion should be a choice, and one that you are fully consenting and happy to make.She’s now 12 and she still has the cross that was a gift at her baptism above her bed, and still reads her little bible from time to time. She doesn’t attend church any more, because she doesn’t feel that church is necessary to have a god. I am an atheist, as I have stated. But I’m here for her if she ever wants to talk to me about her religion and all things associated.That is how religion should be. For everyone.

“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to
museums, and parks, and monuments,
and kiss you in every beautiful
place, so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting me
like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most
beautiful way possible.
And when I leave
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.”

(via nicolezai)