We all adapt even if we dont want to

  I have found a cure but it is worse than the disease

[convoluteddd]

Sepia Indulgence

The sound of silence caresses my thoughts The waves of wind reignite a familiar sense of instability It can carry me away and I’ll fly willingly When it stops I’ll fall with it and plant myself in the earth I’ll wait there silently

I’ll wait for you to make me wet I’ll wait for you to rain on me I’ll blossom for you till I’m your pet I blossomed until you spat on me

I fed of your venom and it made me grow I fed and I fed, now I’m hard and cold What made it sour, now tastes sweet What made me blossom, now doesn’t even make me weep

[saru-studies]

Today I’ve learnt that there’s a word in italian (”solare”) to describe a person who brights the room, who is warm and good and cheerful and worries about others and I think is so cute??? I love it

[italian-words]

Giorno di Pioggia- (feminine) rainy day

[starrysdust]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

She, pure daughter of the sea, her heart has always belonged to the waves;

Paul Valéry, tr. by Hilary Corke, from The Collected Works; “She Only Seems Dead,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[venuschild]

If we have to chase love, it isn’t love. Love meets us halfway.

Jeff Brown (via venuschild)

[thedesigndome]

[allthesweetness]

Selena Gomez | Bad Liar | Instagram

[shock--therapy]

Mystery Incorporated s1 watch on Netflix now!

[karlieklosschile]

[antiparallel]

the manuscripts of the masters: scientists

albert einstein, ph.d., physics marie curie, ph.d., physics, chemistry nikola tesla, electrical&mechanical engineering george washington carver, m.s., botany rosalind franklin, ph.d., biophysics charles darwin, evolutionary biology thomas edison, electrical&mechanical engineering

[steampunktendencies]

In 1880, Nikola Tesla lived in Prague at 13 Smeckach St.. He spent most of his time at the Klementinum Library and Narodni Kavarna (People’s Cafe) on Vodickova St.

[stucktoearth-blog]

Walking streets alone and eating dinner at tables for one — maybe with a book, maybe not — you’re left alone for hours, days on end with nothing but your own thoughts. You start talking to yourself, asking yourself questions and answering them, and taking in the day’s activities with a slowness and an appreciation that you’ve never before even attempted. Even just going to the grocery store — when in an exciting new place, when all by yourself, when in a new language — is a thrilling activity. And having to start from zero and rebuild everything, having to re-learn how to live and carry out every day activities like a child, fundamentally alters you. Yes, the country and its people will have their own effect on who you are and what you think, but few things are more profound than just starting over with the basics and relying on yourself to build a life again. I have yet to meet a person who I didn’t find calmed by the experience. There is a certain amount of comfort and confidence that you gain with yourself when you go to this new place and start all over again, and a knowledge that — come what may in the rest of your life — you were capable of taking that leap and landing softly at least once.

Thought Catalog, “What Happens When You Live Abroad.” (via ablogwithaview)

[riverdalesource]

What is that? A chocolate almond croissant … oh, this– a mimosa! There was a bottle of champagne in the fridge just begging to be popped.

[haidaspicciare]

Michelle Williams, “Blue Valentine” (Derek Cianfrance, 2010).

[dildaar]

[rareswifts]