You deserve a day where worries don’t get in the way. A day where, even if some people are insensitive or unkind, you’re not going to mind because the blessings you receive are far better than the burdens you experience. —(Quotes here)

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A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.

Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.

—E.E. Cummings (via wordsthat-speak)
I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain. —Catherine Breillat (via seabois)

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best catwalk ever

agree ^ smoking classy

freaking incredible

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Mine -__-

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intractably:

My science teacher wrote this poem when he was in grade 9, which was 1985.

When you read it from a relationship perspective, it means that she didn’t like him, she liked someone else.

When you read it from Science’s perspective, “he” would be the Earth, and it explains how eclipse works. 

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I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted. —Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via seabois)

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Insomnia

whoa

I’m bothered by how the outlet and plug don’t match

i feel like thats the point of the piece. she has insomnia so she cant “plug in” to sleeping. 

love this

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