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fuckyeahspaceshuttle:

(via xkcd: Girls and Boys)

(via an-audible-addiction)

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timetravelandrocketpoweredapes:

Super Antics #4 by Kerry Callen

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"You could rattle the stars,” she whispered. “You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most."

Throne of GLass by Sarah J. Maas (via m-as-tu-vu)

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keeptheearthbelowtedsboots:

Brooklyn, Brooklyn, take me in <3

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flowerette:

i quite like myself
slouched over a television with a broken remote,
pale skin alive with glowing colours  
at 3:33 in the morning

i think i am at my best
when i am hovered
over the kitchen sink just after dark
running hot water
over my raw fingers

i feel great
when i am sprawled across my bed
crying before i even wake up
sun pushing, unwanted,
through a dirty window

i am very happy with who i am
i say aloud in the car
all alone
while i consider driving into a tree

i am very happy with who i am 

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giddy-stratospheres:

this is so so lovely

I think this is all I really want from life.

"Forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. Give everyone a smile. Spend so much time improving yourself that you have no time left to criticize others. Be too big for worry and too noble for anger."

Norman Vincent Peale (via simply-quotes)

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corsicans:

(par hey hannah)

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fossilizes:

Auschwitz Reichenberg | via Tumblr on We Heart It. https://weheartit.com/entry/57475144/via/Jessicagothen

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victimize:

Gustav Klimt
The Kiss, 1907-1908

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"To love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again."

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is” (via youngfolksociety)

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