Happiness isn’t in the having. It’s in just being. It’s in just saying it.
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ellievsbear
occasionally subtle
DEAR READER
styofa doing anything
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NASA
hello vonnie

@theartofmadeline

shark vs the universe
Cosimo Galluzzi
Xuebing Du

JVL
cherry valley forever
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Jules of Nature
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Happiness isn’t in the having. It’s in just being. It’s in just saying it.
#actually me
13.01 coda (ft. deancas feelings)
“Can you tell me about my mother?” Jack asks them, right before taking a drink from his beer bottle. Drinking at age sixteen is one thing, but starting to drink when you’re barely three days old is another. Then again, it’s not like Jack’s going to drink himself to death if getting stuck with an angel blade didn’t leave a mark.
“She was a good woman,” Sam begins. “She wanted the best for you, and whatever she did, it was to protect you. She went off the map just to keep you safe.” Dean nods, remembering Kelly’s determination to keep Jack alive. “Sam and I didn’t know her before she got knocked up with you, but she really cared about you. Hell, she gave up her own life to give you one.” Dean shrugs, pushing away his empty bottle to grab another from the pack. He opens it, purposely avoiding Sam’s eyes. “If that’s not love, then I don’t know what is.” Jack nods slowly, seeming to take the words to heart. “And Castiel?” Jack asks next, lowering the beer bottle from his lips. “What was he like?”
Dean’s throat closes up.
the anchor // bastille
books i read in 2017: aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire sáenz
i wondered what that was like, to hold someone’s hand. i bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.
“I wore your armor just to feel deathless.”
–Patroclus to Achilles, Crybaby by Caitlyn Siehl
If I quit now, they win.
x-files favorite moments: part 7/?
DanneelAckles512 Doin it ❤ #mancrushmonday
ya lit meme: ten books or series [5/10] ♡ the raven cycle by maggie stiefvater
Humans were so circular; they lived the same slow cycles of joy and misery over and over, never learning. Every lesson in the universe had to be taught billions of times, and it never stuck. Maybe it was good that the world forgot every lesson, every good and bad memory, every triumph and failure, all of it dying with each generation. Perhaps this cultural amnesia spared them all. Perhaps if they remembered everything, hope would die instead.
palmetto state foxes » neil josten ∟ it’s not the world that’s cruel. it’s the people in it.
oh, brother.
Adam lived in an apartment located above the office of St. Agnes Catholic Church, a fortuitous combination that focused most of the objects of Ronan’s worship into one downtown block.
“I,” she said, planting a hand on her hip, “am a delicate flower.” “You aren’t a flower, you’re every blossom in the wood blooming at once.”
“Common sense alone will tell you that these legends, these unverified rumors, are ridiculous.” “But, nonetheless, unverifiable and, therefore, true in the sense that they’re believed to be true.” “Is there anything that you don’t believe in, Mulder?”