Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
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Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
Submitted byĀ youaremypatronus.
āWe know the Pythagorean theorem by heart, but short-circuit when anyone asks us, āHow are you?ā We donāt know. We donāt know. That wasnāt on the study guide.ā
ā Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak
āAm I in love?āyes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesnāt wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The loverās fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.ā
ā Roland Barthes, A Loverās Discourse: Fragments
iv done some fucked up stuff cause my heart hurt
9:52 p.m.
Do you remember when we first met? I thought I had wandered into a dream.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the RingĀ Ā
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How dangerous,ā she thought, āto finally have something worth losing.
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While out hunting for the aurora borealis this December, astrophotographer Brett Abernethy captured this incredible meteor fireball streaking across the sky near Johnson Lake in Banff National Park, Canada.
Land by pioforsky on Flickr.
you canāt tell me that the flame doesnāt hurt the moth, you canāt tell me that those people there on the corner standing and blinking their eyes are human; you canāt tell me that love is more than life, and you canāt stretch out on the same mattress with me and say, āI love youā becauseā weāre out of cigarettes and weāre out of love and my battery is low and my bones ache [ā¦]
Charles Bukowski, from A Little Spot Of Senseless Yellow (via violentwavesofemotion)
the girl
A - girl filled with exciting stories, D - aring me to take constant adventures and toĀ Ā V - enture out of my comfort zone, E - nter her world andĀ N - avigate through herĀ T - ormented heartĀ andĀ stay, until she feels thatĀ I could be the one to completeĀ her unspoken adventures, her need for sorrow the freedom and chainsĀ she wants and needs
my heart and mind are constantly restless without you but you bring a striking silence in my head agitation away from the constant beating of my heart the worry away from my tormented mind that I can't keep myself away from you and I never want to.
Perfect Symmetry
you are an entire symphony all on your own and i'm hoping to be granted a chance to be a measure a movement in the music that is you
In the morning light, in the darkest night and in between, Iām forever yours.Ā
Dedicated to Advent. I love you.