mirthfully morose

“I like storms. They let me know that even the sky screams too.”
— (via poetrea)

(Source: wofew, via vodkacupcakes)

hudsonsbae:

Earthlight

"Earthlight is the partial illumination of the dark portion of the moon’s surface by light reflected from the Earth and from the Earth’s airglow. It is also known as Earthshine [or] Planetshine, the Moon’s ashen glow, or the old Moon in the new Moon’s arms.” [x]

(via you-can-achieve-greatness)

palet-ea:

lost-in-ecstasy:

nonpaura:

This has to be one of my favorite post on tumblr.

wow this is so clever

i want more of this

palet-ea:

lost-in-ecstasy:

nonpaura:

This has to be one of my favorite post on tumblr.

wow this is so clever

i want more of this

(Source: 11mm, via behind-green-e-y-e-s)

“Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.”
Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby (via dissapolnted)

(Source: feellng, via myfavorite-what-if)

“Just for future reference, don’t use words like “love” anymore. It’s a very sensitive word and it wears out quickly. Romeo barely says it, but John Hinckley filled up a whole journal with it. To put it into your terms, it’s a currency that’s easily devalued. Pretty soon you’re saying it whenever you hang up the phone or whenever you leave. It turns into an apology. Then it’s an excuse. Some assholes want it to be a bulletproof vest: don’t hate me; I love you. But mostly it just means—more. More, more—give me something more. A couple of years from now, when you’re on your own completely, if you really fall in love, if it really comes to that—and I pity you if it does—you have to look right down into the black of her eyes, right down into the emptiness in there and feel everything, absolutely everything she needs and you have to be willing to drown in it, Kevin. You’d have to want to be crushed, buried alive. Because that’s what real love feels like—choking. They used to bury some women in their wedding dresses, you know. I thought it was because all those husbands were too cheap to spring for another gown, but now it makes sense: love is your first foot in the grave. That’s why the second most abused word is “forever”.”
— Hot Plastic (Peter Craig)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via holllllllly)