I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky. —Virginia Woolf (via exam)

If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?

mishakoalins:

A default ring tone is heard. 100 moms look at their purses.

It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all of our sweet babes.

as subtle as an earthquake; a mix of 12 slow alternative songs capturing beauty of melancholy and serenity (LISTEN)

I leave me alone - joy division II let down - radiohead III the chamber - last shadow puppets IV sam’s town (abbey road version) - the killers V weight of love - the black keys VI bad habit - foals VII the bakery - arctic monkeys VIII karma police - radihead IX bullet in the brain - the black keys X in my place - coldplay XI i’ll try anything once- the strokes XII please, please, please let me get what i want - the smiths

It is a period of civil war.  Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic Empire.

During the battle, rebel spies managed to steal secret plans to the Empire’s ultimate weapon, the DEATH STAR, an armored space station with enough power to destroy an entire planet.

Pursued by the Empire’s evil agents, Princess Leia races home aboard her starship, custodian of the stolen plans that can save her people and restore freedom to the galaxy…

Le bal blanc (detail), Hermen Anglada-Camarasa, ca. 1900 

Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong. —Mandy Hale (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

poetryprosepeopleandplaces:

I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self. A secretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody. When in fact, everybody’s nobody.

You’re such an idiot, gdi girlfriend.

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