Death cannot kill what never dies.

You are a
hurricane of
a girl;

remember
to breathe
every once

and a while,
do not drown
within your
own storm.

— i think i saw you smile once, Emma Bleker (via pheeta)

(via unappeased-persona)



Ethiopian Welo Opal New gem found looks like the ocean in rock
fuckyeah1990s:

Edward Norton on the set of Fight Club - 1999
p-ur:


500px / Highway to the Moon by Aaron J. Groen

Wowow
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.
— Timothy Leary (via selenemooneffe)

(via obsessed-depressed)


I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forever” (via larmoyante)

Fuck this is so perfect.

(via norockwithoutplastic)

i can never not reblog this

(via this—too—shall—pass)

(via voltageveins)


Thoughts on the Oscars:
I watched Gravity win for like 4 hours straight.


Lupita Nyong’o gets emotional whilst accepting the Best Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role award for ‘12 Years a Slave’ during the 86th Annual Academy Awards
sofeeuhsofia:

leroyss:

artsyandawkward:


The most dramatic fall of all time.

harry “diva” potter 

this is basically all seven books like harry always dramatically dies while ron takes the painful stuff

 #hello we are harry potter and ronald weasley #and this is jackass
breakinq:

vertical/personal

Plot twist: the little girl is now the hot guy and the little boy is now the hot girl