Me for the next 4 years
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
NASA

Kiana Khansmith
Keni
YOU ARE THE REASON
cherry valley forever
Stranger Things

pixel skylines
Claire Keane

oozey mess

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
hello vonnie
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Xuebing Du
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Cosmic Funnies

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Me for the next 4 years
That summer I did not go crazy but I wore very close very close to the bone.
Dorothy Allison, from “To the Bone“ (via petitekatie)
“in front of my mother and my sisters, i pretend love is cheap and vulgar. i act like it’s a sin– i pretend that love is for women on a dark path. but at night i dream of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb– i dream up a lover who makes love like he is separating salt from water.”
— Salma Deera, “salt” (via talkingoutsoft)
I don’t know what to do.
motherland, you taught me this— how to chew and spit but never keep anything down. don’t you dare turn and call it a mess. don’t you dare call me anything but your daughter.
excerpt from “ode to america, inheritance, & not swallowing” // s.o. (via allthesinkingships)
Are we prone to it? To that wandering desire, that desperate itch?
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Continue to share your heart with people even if it’s broken.
Amy Poehler (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either.
Osho (via fyp-philosophy)
No offense but your friends are your soulmates too and not just people to complain about your romantic relationship to
me: this is a bad idea and will only make me sad
me: okay let's do it
Six Ways to Meet Aphrodite
1. Strip naked and slather yourself with lotion that your skin is as smooth as marble carved into beauty by mortal hands
2. Walk through the wet sand on the edge of the sea and feel it beneath your feet and between your toes and be reborn like the goddess.
3. Fuck someone so well that the phrase “making love” vanishes from the folds of their memory and all they know is heat and the sweet feeling of tongue on tongue and flesh on flesh.
4. Walk the silent halls of a museum and see each aeon’s thought of beauty in marble and paint and plaster kept as icons in new temples for new ages.
5. Let hot water pour down your back and soak into your skin and scour away imperfect sorrow until all that’s left is your soul laid bare.
6. Fall in love like you’re hitting concrete and know why a shattered city is a fair price for the gift of the Lady of Cythera.
the holiday (2006)
The Girl on the Train (2016)
Tell me where it hurts, she’d say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where. But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via theliteraryjournals)