Some things are(n't) worth saving.

[lookforsalvation]

That feeling when you need to vent but you have no friends.

[conflictingheart]

Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.

(via bl-ossomed)

[haunted-galaxy-deactivated20150]

Today in science class I learned every cell in our entire body is replaced every seven years How lovely it is to know one day I will have a body you will have never touched

(via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

[sixpenceee]

[lookforsalvation]

The tempescope is an ambient physical display that visualizes various weather conditions like rain, clouds, and lightning.  By receiving weather forecasts from the internet, it can reproduce tomorrow’s sky in your living room.

[c0ntemplations]

Timing is everything. That guy you meet at 18 would mean something different to you if you met him at 28.

(via c0ntemplations)

[ruinedchildhood]

[larmoyante]

You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.

S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders (via theglasschild)

[coral]

I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. LIke I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself.

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via feellng)

[smilerelease-deactivated2012061]

Imagine the Earth devoid of human life, inhabited only by plants and animals. Would it still have a past and a future? Could we still speak of time in any meaningful way? The question “What time is it?” or “What’s the date today?” - if anybody were to ask it - would be quite meaningless. The oak tree or the eagle would be bemused by such a question. “What time?” they would ask. “Well, of course, it’s now. The time is now. What else is there?”

Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now (via the-banshee)

[braavosz]

Westeros + Aesthetics

[lookforsalvation]

I really want to move to a different state. But what if moving means running away from failures and fear of the unknown and move on from the people that keep you grounded?

[jollyrogers777]

[extrasad]

the things that hurt the most aren’t the things you would expect to hurt it’s not waking up in the middle of the night to touch you and realizing you’re not there and shaking until my bones break it’s not crying myself to sleep and drowning in my own tears because your voice won’t get out of my head it’s not collapsing on the ground in shallow breaths and a head spilling over with memories of you because I’m being choked by your absence and how much I miss you those things hurt too, of course but the things that really fucking kill are the little things like the list of things in my head that I can’t wait to tell you later but I know they will stay locked in my chest, piling up and never come tumbling out of my mouth like they used to and it’s listening to one radio station the whole car ride without your fingers hitting all the buttons and the static between each station until you find a song you can sing along to. It’s the way dust is quietly settling on top of all my things because you used to clean everything all the time, you couldn’t stand messes. It’s the few tangles in my hair when I wake up because I’ve been tossing and turning in my sleep more than I ever did when you loved me. It’s the slight crack in my voice on the rare occasions that you call because I’m not really sure how to talk to you anymore.

(via extrasad)

[lookforsalvation]

disappointed in myself.

[jackriddler]

Best way to start anew, is to fail miserably. Fail at loving, fail at giving, fail at creating a flow. Then re-align the whole.

Bjork (via bon-za)

[kushandwizdom]

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP (via awkwarddly)

[niknak79]