share the tub

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→ 23 Dec 11 at 5 am (Source: tabuula-rasa)

♥ 39
→ 23 Dec 11 at 4 am (Source: anna-fields-forever)

♥ 56
→ 23 Dec 11 at 2 am thetouchiestwhale:

By Phillip Schumacher

♥ 5
→ 23 Dec 11 at 1 am (Source: -cut, via -cut)

♥ 2
→ 22 Dec 11 at 10 pm

eisellecruzty:

Adolfo B.

8-13-11

Sun Valley, CA

♥ 20
→ 22 Dec 11 at 9 pm kristybarracudaphotos:

Speed Racers

(Source: )

♥ 14
→ 22 Dec 11 at 8 pm thatmoosewilleatyourbrain:

Love without Boundaries on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/8881579

♥ 23
→ 22 Dec 11 at 6 pm lunaminerva:

Untitled on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/19711985

♥ 5
→ 22 Dec 11 at 5 pm paleoinmalaysia:

I breathe deep, imagine falling asleep. I go under.

I space out my concentration, taking in all sensory input at once. The sound of the water, people yelling above, a whistle, the cold water, the rope in my hand, the slightest breeze of turbulence on my skin.

The breeze, like a warm summer’s day. A warm. Summer’s. Daaaaaaaaaay…….

All my muscles relax, with the exception of my mouth and hand. My shoulders hunch, arm floats up, knees bend, hips bend.

My mind slows.

My heart slows.

I am approaching the sleeper-state.

I am a girl-shaped egg. Hibernating.

I feel pleasure. Pure pleasure.

The pleasure continues.

It is incredible.

The light on my eyelids increases. It’s getting brighter.

…

Am I dead?

Am I seeing the light?

…

I awaken, check my stopwatch. 1:36. I should have stayed asleep.

Now that I am awake my body starts talking to me again.

It wants air. It burns.

I stay calm.

My diaphragm starts contracting. It feels and looks like a punch to the gut. I convulse every few seconds.

I hate contractions. I haven’t yet learned to love them.

I look up, hope that the dive masters can see me contracting because it looks quite strange. The instructor is watching me.

I wait the contractions out: 5, 10, oh fuck I hate these things, 20.

I check the stopwatch: 2 minutes, I’ve proved my point. I held my breath twice as long as the dive master. I come up for air.

(Source: punkpaleo)

paleoinmalaysia:

I breathe deep, imagine falling asleep. I go under.
I space out my concentration, taking in all sensory input at once. The sound of the water, people yelling above, a whistle, the cold water, the rope in my hand, the slightest breeze of turbulence on my skin.
The breeze, like a warm summer’s day. A warm. Summer’s. Daaaaaaaaaay…….
All my muscles relax, with the exception of my mouth and hand. My shoulders hunch, arm floats up, knees bend, hips bend.
My mind slows.
My heart slows.
I am approaching the sleeper-state.
I am a girl-shaped egg. Hibernating.
I feel pleasure. Pure pleasure.
The pleasure continues.
It is incredible.
The light on my eyelids increases. It’s getting brighter.
…
Am I dead?
Am I seeing the light?
…
I awaken, check my stopwatch. 1:36. I should have stayed asleep.
Now that I am awake my body starts talking to me again.
It wants air. It burns.
I stay calm.
My diaphragm starts contracting. It feels and looks like a punch to the gut. I convulse every few seconds.
I hate contractions. I haven’t yet learned to love them.
I look up, hope that the dive masters can see me contracting because it looks quite strange. The instructor is watching me.
I wait the contractions out: 5, 10, oh fuck I hate these things, 20.
I check the stopwatch: 2 minutes, I’ve proved my point. I held my breath twice as long as the dive master. I come up for air.

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→ 22 Dec 11 at 3 pm areg:

Panther fish by Mark Laita.