Little bits of closeness Little souls are scarred Little angel with her little star
Protect and guard the little one She’s lost among the books I’ll take her hand, show her the stars In gardens and reading nooks
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Little bits of closeness Little souls are scarred Little angel with her little star
Protect and guard the little one She’s lost among the books I’ll take her hand, show her the stars In gardens and reading nooks
@evanescencewrites
Confessional // Sue Zhao
[text ID: and the only time we’ve held hands is when / I threw a punch and you caught it, end ID]
I remember when I first started dating my now-husband in high school, and after school I’d go home and think “wow, I miss him already, I can’t wait to see him in class tomorrow,”
And then I starting driving by myself over the summer, and I’d go spend a Saturday at his house, playing video games and watching movies, and after the whole day I’d drive home and think “wow, I miss him already, I can’t wait to see him next Saturday,”
And then I went to college in a different state and the drive between us was hours instead of minutes and it was only once in a while that I could visit and we’d spend the whole weekend together and I’d drive home and think “wow, I miss him already, I can’t wait to see him next month,”
And then we both graduated and we got married and we moved in together and sometimes I can hear him getting up in the morning before sunrise and I think “wow, I miss him already, I can’t wait to see him tonight.”
My husband: *literally just stands up to go get a drink of water from the kitchen*
Me, a dumbass in love: …Miss him already, can’t wait to see him in ninety seconds.
just learned about a building in london that is so poorly designed it becomes a death ray that melts cars and creates a downdraft effect with wind so powerful that it knocks full grown adults to the ground
imagine being knocked over by a gust of wind from this ugly ass building and then being cooked TO DEATH by the sun reflection like what a way to go
i learned about this like last year or somethign and this building is literally th satan come alive. building that tries to fucking kill you and fry you like an egg
this is some shit out of a final destination movie
I knew about the death ray, but the draft is new to me
@whenwinterfell i support him in his evil quest to build his giant magnifying glass in order to fry brits and americans like they’re ants
his name is rafael viñoly and here are some extremely funny things he said about it. regrets? none.
“phenomenal” indeed
what!!!!
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Potion that saves you from death, once.
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Maker/Designer: S. Lévy (19th century, French); Marie Vincent (19th century, French)
Culture: French
Date: ca. 1898
Medium: Silk with wood sticks
I admire English speakers’ resolute commitment to coining specific vocabulary for every aspect of a cat’s being. Toe beans. Cat loaf. Primordial pouch. Mlem, not to be confused with blep. I remember that list of French words that English “lacks” like retrouvailles or apprivoiser or esprit de l’escalier but do we have blep? We’re centuries behind. We don’t even have the word fluffy.
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TVD Rewatch | 4.13 Into the Wild
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
Cormac McCarthy (via quotemadness)
Nikki Giovanni, from “Mirrors”
[Text ID: … but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved]
'run a botanical garden? why darling, i would love to'