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[deceptivelips]

“The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready”

— Helen Mirren

[genterie]

Romeo and Juliet Illustration by Sergio Cupido

[vicsecretmodels]

Gisele Bundchen.

[vulcan0baby-deactivated20140429]

Bondgard I Ovre Osterrike, Gustav Klimt

[lilacsinthedooryard]

Gustav Klimt (Austria,1862-1918)

[stlowens]

Tracy K. Smith, “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”

[champagnepapucho-deactivated201]

[myfairynuffstuff]

[toeatfashionnotfood]

“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different?”

— (via minuty)

[caspzr-deactivated20190316]

[biisousss]

[taunustoertchen]

“I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dog’s. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: “Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt.”

— THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE by Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)

[extrasad]

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

[ionicsky]

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

[fukgirl-deactivated20150602]

I have this weird theory that some people are drawn to each other because their atoms were near each other when the universe was created and over time the same atoms keep coming back together

[pyksii-deactivated20231129]

DID YOU JUST SCIENTIFICALLY EXPLAIN SOUL MATES?!

[taunustoertchen]

“he reminds me of linens drying in the wind almost about to break free almost. and that feeling of tilting your neck back, exposing your vulnerable self to the heavens. that’s him. he’s every poem i ever read when i was fourteen, begging a universe for a second chance. comforting, cruel, abrupt and life changing. i said i love you to him once, he laughed, such a pretty laugh that i forgot he was laughing in the first place. it sounded like the creek i grew up next to, what was he laughing about anyways? more than anything, he wanted to be liberated, unburdened, unaware of his own insignificance. it was a foolish concept, but i think the idea freed him. so sometimes i daydream, pretending that we are in love. i pretend that i am his liberation and that he loves me as much as he loves being free. but he continues to chase the sky, tripping and stumbling along the way, never losing sight of everything above him, and i keep a watchful eye, because something that rare, deserves to exist. he never belonged to anyone. not even to himself. he’s quite the simple thing. and i am in love with the way he reminds me how the good days felt.”

— Someone. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)

[anancientheart]

ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

[anancientheart]

whenever i post this it works  reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet 

[blossomfully]

Thunderstorm

[actuates]

“a year of dropped calls, undelivered text messages, text messages i could not bear to write and a whole year of silence. silence. silent like my wilting cries swallowed back at 4 am to avoid waking the neighbors. silent like the ‘i love you’s’ that never again slipped past your lips. silent like the radio i turned down because your favorite song started playing and i just needed to fucking drive. silent like my phone became once you left, no longer brimming with your sweet words, asking if i was doing okay. silent like the party noises we both drowned out- searching for our own voices ringing in the crowd. silent like my pen gliding across fresh paper, leaking ink colored with the way you once said my name. silent like the midnight hour, the both of us awake, scrolling through the photos and love letters we swore never to visit again. it’s a common trope to say that silence is deafening- that sometimes silence is the loudest thing to ever be heard. however, our silence is simply quiet. it has been muted by the distance that grows between us. i suppose the silence is comforting. it reminds me that you don’t exist so loudly anymore. and i know that the silence will exist until my choked up cries bubble into laughter, until i remind myself to love myself, until i flip the radio to another station and turn it all the way up, until my mother texts me to see if i’m okay, until the party sounds get so loud that we have to plug our ears and just sing along, until my pen runs out of ink and i have to use an old, beaten up pencil instead, until the both of us find sleep at 11 pm, snores crawling out in a delicate song. despite all of the hurt, the silence has never been our enemy. so do me one last favor my dear- shh…”

— mute. |(morsus engel)|  (via morsusengel)