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Coldplay - Swallowed In the Sea
Oh what good is it to live
With nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive
Not loving all you see?

“Far far, there’s this little girl. She was praying for something good to happen to her, from time to time there are colors and shapes dazzling her eyes, tickling her hands… They invent her a new world with oil skies and aquarelle rivers.
But don’t you run away, already.
Please, don’t go.”
I love this song.
Today is my 1st tumblrversary.
In celebration, behold, my crappy photoshop skills!
So, after one whole year of time and effort spent on this thing what can I say?
- A huge THANK YOU to all my followers, not only for taking an interest in the stuff I post, but also sharing it with others when you see fit.
- Another huge thank you to the people I follow. Thanks for keeping me smiling!
- While in retrospect I wish I’d signed up sooner, I got a positive recommendation at just the right time. :)
- I’ve come into contact with lots of great people, I’ve even had the chance to meet a few (someone managed to slip away though).
- I now have a collection of my favourite images from the last year in an archive that I sometimes go and rummage around in.
- Using tumblr has encouraged me to get into all sorts of other things, not least of all twitter
And that’s it, so far.
Here’s to an even better tumblrversary post this time next year.
Charles :)
Let’s spread some Tumblr-love around!
Is a democracy, such as we know it, the last improvement possible in government? Is it not possible to take a step further towards recognizing and organizing the rights of man? There will never be a really free and enlightened State until the State comes to recognize the individual as a higher and independent power, from which all its own power and authority are derived, and treats him accordingly. I please myself with imagining a State at least which can afford to be just to all men, and to treat the individual with respect as a neighbor; which even would not think it inconsistent with its own repose if a few were to live aloof from it, not meddling with it, nor embraced by it, who fulfilled all the duties of neighbors and fellow-men. A State which bore this kind of fruit, and suffered it to drop off as fast as it ripened, would prepare the way for a still more perfect and glorious State, which also I have imagined, but not yet anywhere seen.
Henry David Thoreau (via iwannameetthatdad) (via poortaste)









