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I’m done with saying fuck it. Fuck it with fuck it. I want to act like i care like I used to and like I always have.

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Decided to take a video while flying this morning.
Best. Idea. Ever.

perfection

Reminder that this actually exists in our world
THIS IS REAL

I’m gonna cry.

i just read this and thought “humans cant fly dont lie to me sir” then realised, airplanes. 

Decided to take a video while flying this morning.

Best. Idea. Ever.

perfection

Reminder that this actually exists in our world


THIS IS REAL

I’m gonna cry.

i just read this and thought “humans cant fly dont lie to me sir” then realised, airplanes. 

(Source: official-maximum-ride)

Posted 17 hours ago

gaws:

by Cass Bird

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Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP (via moaka)

(Source: wineandyoga)

Posted 18 hours ago

I’ve been wanting to contact you
but I can’t figure out what to say

because now it’s 1pm on September 1st
and I’m spinning around in the pink lingerie
you bought me for our anniversary
and I’m spinning so fast,
looking down,
watching the pink ruffles twist and turn
I’m so dizzy and I can’t stop laughing,
waiting for my eyes to focus
and when they do you’re not there
so I keep spinning.
I keep spinning.

because now it’s night time in our small town
and I’m up sitting crossed legged on my perfectly made bed
and I’m tapping my thumbs on my thighs
to the beat of all of the songs we used to sing.

because now it’s me driving across that bridge
to sit in my parent’s driveway
the same way we did when we were 16,
arms crossed in a bed of ants,
laughing into the night
at the same time as the singing crickets.

because now it’s my birthday
I make a wish
and it’s you.

I’ve been wanting to contact you
but I can’t figure out what to say

she said,
“tell me. tell me what you think you’d say.”
I laugh while pulling a lighter
out of the pocket of my yellow sundress
and whisper,
I’d say:

hey.
it’s me
and it’s always been you.

so I keep spinning and I keep spinning//d.a.h  (via whisperingbones)
Posted 18 hours ago
This is to say nothing against afternoons, evenings or even midnight. Each has its portion of the spectacular. But dawn — dawn is a gift. Much is revealed about a person about his or her passion, or indifference, to this opening of the door of day. No one who loves dawn, and is abroad to see it, could be a stranger to me.
Posted 21 hours ago

2007excalibur2007:

scooblee:

chaofanatic:

brook:

halcy:

uh oh [x]

it’s time

Oh god dammit.

Not quite sure I’m following what’s going on, so tell me, what’s so bad about this?

Posted 3 days ago
paint-me-with-love:

Ink stripes…I was told that each ring represents a person who had passed that she cared immensely for. It’s simple, meaningful, tasteful and beautiful. I love this.

paint-me-with-love:

Ink stripes…I was told that each ring represents a person who had passed that she cared immensely for. It’s simple, meaningful, tasteful and beautiful. I love this.

Posted 1 week ago

My Neighbor Totoro (1988)

My Neighbor Totoro (1988)

(Source: callumbal)