Inspiration and Stories Etc.

All of the above

queeniewasablonde:

Come To Your Senses | Karen Olivo
tick, tick… BOOM! (6.27.14)

(via pricew)

shakespearestagehands:

The Delacorte Theater in Central Park. Much Ado 2014 (#shakespeareinthepark #shakespearestagehands #theater #delacorte #outdoortheater #muchado #nysf) (at Delacorte Theater)

shakespearestagehands:

The Delacorte Theater in Central Park. Much Ado 2014 (#shakespeareinthepark #shakespearestagehands #theater #delacorte #outdoortheater #muchado #nysf) (at Delacorte Theater)

“People ask me what I’m proudest of and what are my biggest frustrations as President. My biggest frustration is that this society hasn’t been willing to take some basic steps to keep guns out of the hands of people who can do damage. We’re the only developed country where this happens. And it happens weekly. Our levels of gun violence are off the charts.”

—   President Obama sharing the difficulties of trying to change a culture in which school shootings are commonplace. (via whitehouse)

(Source: chels, via whitehouse)


blossom tales (by manyfires)

fuckyeahgreatplays:

mishasminions:

IS IT HOT IN HERE OR CAN I JUST FRY AN EGG ON SEBASTIAN STAN’S BODY

The only memorable thing from this production. Sorry to say.

Never forget

Ummmm this always??

(Source: amentalbreakdown, via kimmyswimmy)

mesmerises:

Friday Afternoon by {peace&love♥} on Flickr.

(Source: wadewilsn, via gingerhaze)

nprfreshair:

kateoplis:

“For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love.”

— Carl Sagan

nprfreshair:

kateoplis:

For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love.
 Carl Sagan

(Source: fieldguidetobirds)

humansofnewyork:

Seen in Washington Square Park.

humansofnewyork:

Seen in Washington Square Park.

“But that somehow in the streets of London, on the eve and flow of things, here, there, she survived, Peter survived, lived in each other, she being part, she was positive, of the trees at home; of the house there, ugly, rambling all to bits and pieces as it was; part of people she had never met; being laid out like a mist between the people she knew best, who lifted her on their branches as she had seen the trees lift the mist, but it spread ever so far, her life, herself.”

—   Mrs Dalloway, by Virginia Woolf  (via afartherroom)

(Source: annereadswords, via tocamelot)