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I have nothing against scented candles but this is holy

Denise Levertov, from Life in the Forest: Poems; “Epilogue,” written c. 1978 (x)

fuck summer i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october

not space related, just some awesome next level surrealism

I love you. I feel as though we were never strangers, you and I, not even for a moment.

Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Mathilde Trampedach c. April 1876 (via violentwavesofemotion)

Anything that’s yours you won’t have to cling to

“You’re so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.”

— Tracy Chevalier  (via purplebuddhaquotes)

gentle reminder

it will be okay again - even if mistakes are made, life goes on, and there is always tomorrow; you can get through this

Supermoon rising above Rome, Italy, Dec 2016.

Credit: Gianluca Masi

@ehinaaya

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☆☆FANART☆☆

Voyeurs from Beyond: by Other Planes.  (submission)

there’s so many parts of yourself that you hate, parts you wish you could change.

yet those are the parts that i love the most. (via uhnsaids)

Zbigniew Herbert, translated by Czeslaw Milosz, from “Selected Poems,” [x]

I’m proud of you.

- From Me To You, Because Everyone Needs To Hear It More Often.

not related but I love it

Mountain Mist, Himalayas

Photographed by Frederick Ardley

Follow on Instagram @frederickardley

Pixel space: by 6VCR

Why don’t you dream about me?

— Mayday parade; 12 through 15

But then sometimes we miss the memories not the people. Sometimes we want the feelings back, but not with the same person.

ma.c.a // Change of Tides (via vomitingwords)

Drunk text me. Let me know that when you’re at your most vulnerable, I’m the one on your mind. Call me at three in the morning when you’ve had a nightmare. I’ll come running to hold you. Show up at my door, no flowers, no gifts, and when I ask you why, tell me that you just wanted to see me. Hold my hand. Kiss my nose. Dance with me in the middle of the street. Tell me how much I matter to you, and when I roll my eyes, tell me again. Write me a letter. Sing me a song. Cuddle with me. Please, I just want to know how you feel.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

Knowing that there are people out there who believe the world is flat is all the evidence I need that the internet has made possible this horrifying reality where facts no longer matter.