wanderstruck-wonderlust:

fairy-tale—gone-bad:

q’d


Hang on little guy. This is seriously how I feel right now.

wanderstruck-wonderlust:

fairy-tale—gone-bad:

q’d

Hang on little guy. This is seriously how I feel right now.

(Source: imanasoh)

What I wouldn’t give to sit between these two and poke their brains.
Fangirl overload!!

What I wouldn’t give to sit between these two and poke their brains.

Fangirl overload!!

bheaislove:

KWEJK.pl - Najlepszy zbiór obrazków z Internetu! on We Heart Ithttp://weheartit.com/entry/28892623/via/strangeversionofbeauty

bheaislove:

KWEJK.pl - Najlepszy zbiór obrazków z Internetu! on We Heart It
http://weheartit.com/entry/28892623/via/strangeversionofbeauty

(via writersrelief)

I miss being able to walk down the street and swing on the swing set at 2 in the morning. I miss laying in the middle of the soccer field watching the cloudy sky fade to dark blue, contemplating and commiserating our lives. I miss accidently stumbling upon him in the dark and listening to him play guitar all night long. I miss that stargazing and that creepy light we walked towards in the woods and when he told me to find someone I can completely be myself with and then never let go.  I miss walks around campus, and 11pm drives to Wendy’s and Sunday night cram sessions and falling asleep to The Wizard of Oz. I miss her knocking on my door and him leaving things in my room for me to find and fighting over the dishes. I miss a lot of things. But mostly I miss them.

Oh gosh, do you remember that time when everything was the end of the world? I sure don’t miss it.

betruetothineown-self:

delanceyland:

luhvmedead:

bethlosthermind:

Why can’t more people think like John Green?

this is probably my favorite john green quotation ever.

I LOVE JOHN GREEN

much yes

(Source: this-isakindness, via malibusmix)

vesslia:

calliopesmuse:

glencocobro:

sizvideos:

Watch Honey Maid’s awesome answer about the backlash they received 

so powerful

This is beautiful and perfect and EXACTLY as the world should be.

I tweeted that this commercial made me cry, and one of the gay dads from the commercial favorited it.

(via malibusmix)

[…] he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go, we’ll eat you - we love you so!” And Max said, “No!”. The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws, but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day.

(Source: jackswhites, via wanderstruck-wonderlust)

I think that were beginning to remember that the first poets didn’t come out of a classroom, that poetry began when somebody walked off of a savanna or out of a cave and looked up at the sky with wonder and said, “Ahhh.” That was the first poem.

—Lucille Clifton (via writersrelief)

My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.

 Neil Gaiman (via jaynestown)

(Source: lupanthropy, via ivyink)

arcticdiscos:

 Sylvia Plath. 1932-1963
 “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I  want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the  skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades,  tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in  life. And I am horribly limited.” 

arcticdiscos:

 Sylvia Plath. 1932-1963

 “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I  want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the  skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades,  tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in  life. And I am horribly limited.” 

(via wanderstruck-wonderlust)

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY