hi, love

[amourstreetstyle]

[davykesey]

[dancingtilldawn-blog]

[grahamphicdesign-deactivated201]

I love watching Disney movies when you’re older and come across scenes like this. I laughed for five minutes.

[noemail-deactivated20180112]

Hades was the original sassy gay friend.

[alucardhellsing]

Of course he is the sassy gay friend, look at him he is flaming.

[peacefullyy]

this post is perfect

[petrichour]

Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (via petrichour)

[interior-dreamer]

[chanelbagsandcigarettedrags]

[tinykitchenvegan]

[aestheticales]

[hplyrikz]

A soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest, but the one that makes you feel the most. Who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in.

Sierra DeMulder, excerpt from “Unrequited Love Poem” (via hplyrikz)

[nybg]

“Do plants feel?” This is one of many questions that Indian scientist Jagadish Chandra Bose posed. Bose, today’s featured Google Doodle (11/30/16), did extensive research into measurable physical responses that plants exhibit, even claiming that plants, like humans and other animals, have a pulse. Bose wrote in 1926, "The barriers which have separated kindred phenomena are now thrown down and plants and animals are found to be a multiple unity in a single ocean of being. Our sense of wonder is quickened, not lessened, when we realize our kinship with all that live.”

While Bose’s research was at times controversial, this essential question of whether (and how) plants feel has remained one that some botanists and other scholars continue to research.

The clipping here comes from the collections of the LuEsther T. Mertz library at NYBG.

[andallshallbewell]

[parksandprep]

[dateaboysuggestions]

Date a boy who calls you at 4 in the morning just to hear your voice

[caleb-1193]

Bitch better not

[earth-scented]

[grett]

[igadrobisz]

[weconfideinwolves-blog]

Grand Central, NYC 1929

It’s no longer possible to take such a photograph as the buildings outside block the sun rays.

[goodquoteco]

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (via hqlines)