[ghost-in-a-vase]

They say that your grief never grows smaller, you simply grow bigger around it. So no, I cannot promise you that the grief will heal.

But you will, my love. You will.

[flowerytale]

Mary Oliver, from “We Should Be Well Prepared”, Red Bird

[coffeepeople]

sometimes I wonder how we all survive and then I look at my best friends and I go “oh, I survive because I don’t want to leave you yet” and it makes sense. life is so hard a lot of the time, but I want one more bowl of pasta with you.

[louisegluckpdf]

labs that are also churches. to me

(1. annie dillard, teaching a stone to talk 2. the deep underground neutrino experiment, a.k.a. DUNE 3. the large hadron collider 4. the sudbury neutrino observatory)

[chloeinletters]

Love should catch like food in the teeth.

(I’m once again trying to find the text post that Inspired this)

[chloeinletters]

This is inspired by @fairycosmos post I couldn’t find it forever and no one knew what I was talking about so sorry for the delayed credit <3

[orpheuslament]

Ritual Is Journey, Chris Abani

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: As you lay dying, I asked, What is your biggest regret? / Every kindness withheld, you said. / Every flicker of pleasure denied, you said. / Look, you said, sunlight. ]

[ghost-in-a-vase]

I think, maybe, the end will not be so scary. Maybe it will be like stepping into your childhood best friend’s house again on a summer morning. The house will smell like cookies baking in the oven and the sound of her mom’s laugh will float in from the room over. You are girls again, and everything is ok. The smell of shampoo in her hair will be familiar, and your childhood dog will bark in the distance, and the world will be warm, and hazy and sweet. 

[soracities]

i'm a simple girl: i see sunlight on the water, i find god

[89words]

“There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.”

— Beau Taplin, and you.

[neroliperfume]

my five year plan? read a lot of books. visit museums. walk through woods. stand in a river. adopt a little kitty. drink lemonade while sitting in a rocking chair on my porch.

[keow]

Realistically I could never get rid of tumblr because it gives me the illusion of a community of strange young women all around my same age, all slowly figuring out how to live too

[nothingbutloveforyou]

if you are reading this i am sending you a small patch of sunlight for you to sit and relax on

[artandchocolate]

Susan Sontag - “Death Kit”

[countesssrostova]

mike flanagan simply cannot make anything without it saying "the horror is a love story. it was hideous and awful and people died and suffered without reason but it came from love, and the love was still good and pure and right for being there. the love created this monster and the cruelty will try to take the love with it too. but it never does, because love always outlives the pain, because it has to, because it's what it was all for."

[symphonyofsasss]

Midnight Mass / Frank Bidart

[meinzsara]

Orfayo

[byjove]

Imagine being the last owner of Hanako, that 226 year old Japanese koi that was spawned in 1751 and died in 1977. A fish that outlived 7 emperors. A fish that survived the Second World War. And she dies in your care. I would never recover.

[a-daks]

I would find peace in that she felt comfortable enough to finally rest in my company. Fish remember faces and voices of their caretakers. Perhaps she loved the last too much to watch them die before her, too.

[byjove]

oh….yeah…maybe