box of chocolates

She cultivates a taste for small pleasures.

[boxofchocolatess]

Kid: A star just fell from the sky. Laughing Bull: That is not an ordinary star, my son. That star is the tear of a warrior. Kid: What warrior is it? Laughing Bull: A lost soul who has finished his battles somewhere on this planet. A pitiful soul who could not find his way to the lofty realm where the great spirit awaits us all.

Cowboy Bebop,  Jupiter Jazz (Part 1)

[lefryingpan-deactivated20210918]

A Hooloovoo is a hyper-intelligent shade of the color blue.

Hitchhiker a Guide to the Galaxy (via cumbercookietime)

[uwebol]

[teflonly]

[psychooodkiller]

Lola Rennt (1998)

[plastic-b]

[boxofchocolatess]

It is an important and popular fact that things are not always what they seem. For instance, on the planet Earth, man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much — the wheel, New York, wars and so on — whilst all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man — for precisely the same reasons. Curiously enough, the dolphins had long known of the impending destruction of the planet Earth and had made many attempts to alert mankind of the danger; but most of their communications were misinterpreted as amusing attempts to punch footballs or whistle for tidbits, so they eventually gave up and left the Earth by their own means shortly before the Vogons arrived. The last ever dolphin message was misinterpreted as a surprisingly sophisticated attempt to do a double-backwards-somersault through a hoop whilst whistling the "Star Sprangled Banner", but in fact the message was this: So long and thanks for all the fish. In fact there was only one species on the planet more intelligent than dolphins, and they spent a lot of their time in behavioural research laboratories running round inside wheels and conducting frighteningly elegant and subtle experiments on man. The fact that once again man completely misinterpreted this relationship was entirely according to these creatures' plans.

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

[hungryvampire-deactivated202001]

[wordsthat-speak]

Well, what I miss the most about him is the way he used to lie down next to me at night, sometimes his arm would stretch along my chest and I couldn’t move, I even held my breath. But I felt safe, complete. And I miss the way he was whistling walking down the street and every time I do something I think of what he would say: “Well it’s cold today, wear a scarf”. But lately I’ve been forgetting little things, he’s sort of fading. I’m starting to forget him and it’s like losing him again. So sometimes I make myself remember every detail of his face; the exact color of his eyes, his lips, his teeth, the texture of his skin, his hair.. but it was all gone by the time he went. And sometimes -not always- but sometimes I can actually see him - It’s as if a cloud moves away and there he is, like I could almost touch him. But then the real world rushes in and he vanishes again. Well, I did this every morning when the sun was not too bright outside - the sun somehow makes him vanish, as he appears and he disappears like a sunrise or a sunset or anything so ephemeral, just like our life. We appear and we disappear and we are so important to some, but we are just passing through.

Before Midnight (via wordsthat-speak)

[hiromitsu]

[jayalvarrez]

cypress w/ jayalvarrez

[yokodere-deactivated20170518]

A girl who’s normally very passive and quiet lashes out at a boy for making a gross comment. She’s more aggressive than usual today. “Is it your time of the month?” He asks with a smirk But he’s right. It is her time of the month. The full moon peeks from behind the clouds and she transforms into a werewolf and devours the boy whole

[reishikiz]

                                                            I am the bone of my sword                                                    Steel is my body and fire is my blood                                                    I have created over a thousand blades                                                     Unknown to Death, Nor known to Life                                              Have withstood pain to create many weapons                                                Yet, those hands will never hold anything                                                   So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works

[e-verythingilove]

[-vvaste]

(via 500px / A Wheel in the Fog by Hadley Sheley)

[portedemarquiss]

[disimba]

curls and freckles

[boxofchocolatess]