- Ask Me Anything
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- “The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready”
— Helen Mirren
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Romeo and Juliet
Illustration by Sergio Cupido(via actuates)
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Gisele Bundchen.
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Bondgard I Ovre Osterrike, Gustav Klimt
Gustav Klimt (Austria,1862-1918)
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Tracy K. Smith, “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”
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- “Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different?”
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- “I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dog’s. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: “Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt.”
— THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE by Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)
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Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my
stomach are dead. Apparently you
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking
mess.
this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever
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I have this weird theory that some people are drawn to each other because their atoms were near each other when the universe was created and over time the same atoms keep coming back together
DID YOU JUST SCIENTIFICALLY EXPLAIN SOUL MATES?!
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- “he reminds me of linens drying in the wind almost about to break free almost. and that feeling of tilting your neck back, exposing your vulnerable self to the heavens. that’s him. he’s every poem i ever read when i was fourteen, begging a universe for a second chance. comforting, cruel, abrupt and life changing. i said i love you to him once, he laughed, such a pretty laugh that i forgot he was laughing in the first place. it sounded like the creek i grew up next to, what was he laughing about anyways? more than anything, he wanted to be liberated, unburdened, unaware of his own insignificance. it was a foolish concept, but i think the idea freed him. so sometimes i daydream, pretending that we are in love. i pretend that i am his liberation and that he loves me as much as he loves being free. but he continues to chase the sky, tripping and stumbling along the way, never losing sight of everything above him, and i keep a watchful eye, because something that rare, deserves to exist. he never belonged to anyone. not even to himself. he’s quite the simple thing. and i am in love with the way he reminds me how the good days felt.”
— Someone. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)
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ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.
whenever i post this it works
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