Infinite Stardust

Jas. I am a woman of adventure, but most days I am dreadfully lazy. I am constantly obsessed with ridiculous things Current Read: Stardust by Neil Gaiman "She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars."

[18marseille]

[fatgirlopinions]

Millions of peaches Peaches for me Millions of peaches Peaches for free

[puttyhill-deactivated20140114]

[absolvam]

Every moment happens twice: inside and outside, and they are two different histories.

Zadie Smith, White Teeth (via kehrouac)

[newtnewt92]

Fun things to say when someone tells you they’re going to go to the bathroom:

Stay safe

Congratulations

That’s what they all say

Different strokes for different folks

I hope you have the time of your life

But you have so much to live for

Please explain

[prettycolors]

#7d6f90

[glumshoe]

You wake in the night with your arm hanging over the side of your bed. It is still dark, and your bedroom is shrouded in deep shadow. Something unseen seizes your hand.

You grasp it tightly, knowing that first impressions are important and a firm, confident handshake will establish dominance.

[shane-cmyk]

valley.

instagram.

[annamiyu]

Yesterday’s quick sketch of Suksomboon’s poms (https://www.instagram.com/suksomboon_/)❤️ they are so cute

[electricsexdoll]

I’m such a “Look at the moon!” person.

[gingercatsneeze]

Happy Ching Ming Festival, a good time to picnic with ancestors <3

[wildfairy]

Last year was all peaches, and strawberries, and you. This year I’m trying to lose myself in the sweetness of mangoes, the tang of citrus. See I’ve spent this year learning about the meaning of flowers and wondering when I stopped being able to use my words. When everything turned into a string of metaphors that leads me back to your mouth. So maybe the butterflies are hatching, and we’re all so susceptible to the power of pollen that when allergy season starts, we’re all falling in love again. And maybe winter blues don’t feel lonely because they echo back your name, but the warm months do because it’s the time of the year I didn’t get to have you. So I’m out grocery shopping, and I’m forming poems about how I don’t know if your mouth tasted like strawberries or if strawberries taste like your mouth but either way, I can’t stomach them anymore. I’m weighing mangoes. I’m zesting oranges over my cuts. I’m planting 98¢ roses and hoping they’ll bloom where our love couldn’t.

MANGO SEASON, angelea l. (via wildfairy)

[monopolist]

[alisoncooper]

i want to die like satine in moulin rouge: being applauded, covered in petals, and in the arms of ewan mcgregor

[homewreckerhowell]

so my little cousin decided to put our cats into her dollhouse

[frida-kahlo]

Los átomos de mi cuerpo son los tuyos y vibran juntos para querernos.

Frida Kahlo (via frida-kahlo)

[scaryliterary]

We understand the lights above the Arby’s. We understand so much.

[fy-perspectives]

We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.

Robert Fulghum (via fy-perspectives)