Danny Inga

Inga Photography

Basically I am just posting pictures I take and reblogging pictures I like.

You are the only one in control of your life. When things are rough, take over and do whatever you have to do to fix them. Don't make excuses about your life, don't blame it on the past. No regrets because if you did something stupid and wish you hadn't, think of it as a learning experience and how you are smarter now. Don't regret the past, dream about the future and make it happen in the present.

ickyeel:

I give up too easily and it will be my greatest downfall.

I don’t know if I’m losing my mind or the world around me.

shadowwraiths:

Please take some time away from your regular fandom blogging and reblog this photo of some of the 200+ schoolgirls kidnapped by Boko Haram militants in Nigeria. This photo is a still from a video released today by the kidnappers. It is vital that people do not forget about them and keep demanding #bringbackourgirls
Boko Haram, like the Taliban militants who shot Malala Yousafzai, fear above all an educated, free thinking woman. This crisis will not go away until we address this issue.
P.S Do NOT use this post and others like this as an excuse to hate on Muslims or Islam or African nations. Only in our humanity will we find true peace.
Thankyou.

shadowwraiths:

Please take some time away from your regular fandom blogging and reblog this photo of some of the 200+ schoolgirls kidnapped by Boko Haram militants in Nigeria. This photo is a still from a video released today by the kidnappers. It is vital that people do not forget about them and keep demanding #bringbackourgirls

Boko Haram, like the Taliban militants who shot Malala Yousafzai, fear above all an educated, free thinking woman. This crisis will not go away until we address this issue.

P.S Do NOT use this post and others like this as an excuse to hate on Muslims or Islam or African nations. Only in our humanity will we find true peace.

Thankyou.

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clangnbang:

wewewe-soexcited:

He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.

The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.

MY FEEEEEEELS

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super-kat:

timeywimeymindpalace:

kaitmpayne:

One of the most accurate depictions of a panic attack that I’ve ever seen.

Thank you. Just thank you. Far too many people don’t seem to grasp the concept of what a panic attack actually is. Getting upset is not a panic attack. This is. 

this is actually really accurate, especially the feelings of not really being there. i cannot concentrate when i’m having an anxiety attack, i can only concentrate on the anxiety itself. I had an panic attack yesterday and i can’t remember anything of what anybody was actually saying to me during that time, its like being in a tunnel and everyone else is shouting at you from the other end.

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framesandflames:

It got a little stormy in NYC today.
I set up this time lapse at my window in park slope in anticipation of the storms. I left to get some food and I came back to catch the onset. I snapped a whole lot more photos when I was there. that is what gives the “slow mo” effect at the end.

framesandflames:

It got a little stormy in NYC today.

I set up this time lapse at my window in park slope in anticipation of the storms. I left to get some food and I came back to catch the onset. I snapped a whole lot more photos when I was there. that is what gives the “slow mo” effect at the end.

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annimaarit:

Every Now and Then
“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”
—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle

annimaarit:

Every Now and Then

“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”

—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle

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