I go to seek my Great Perhaps

Shimi F. || 24 “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

[anditslove]

Andrea Gibson, Angels of the Get Through

[soracities]

Carol Ann Duffy, ‘Hour’, Rapture

[untamedunwanted]

You are no one’s other half. You are a whole, an enough, a complete being in and of yourself. Falling in love with someone should never ever change that about you.

Nikita Gill  (via meanwhilepoetry)

[blackkpromqueen]

[minjiminjiminji]

XKCD’s excellent presentation on historical global temperature and anthropogenic global warming. 

[After setting your car on fire] “Listen, your car’s temperature has changed before.”

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For the “Earth’s climate has changed before” crowd.

[localloveletters-deactivated202]

“You were last seen walking through a field of pianos. No. A museum of mouths. In the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. No. Eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. Last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. You were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this was how you travelled. I was the mannequin in the storefront window you could have sworn moved. The library card in the book you were reading until that dog trotted up and licked your face. The cookie with two fortunes. The one jamming herself through the paper shredder, afraid to talk to you. The beggar. Hat outstretched bumming for more minutes. The phone number on the bathroom stall with no agenda other than a good time. The good time is a picnic on water, or a movie theatre that only plays your childhood home videos and no one hushes when you talk through them. When you play my videos I throw milk duds at the screen during the scenes I watch myself letting you go — lost to the other side of an elevator — your face switching to someone else’s with the swish of a geisha’s fan. My father could have been a travelling salesman. I could have been born on any doorstep. There are 2,469,501 cities in this world, and a lot of doorsteps. Meet me on the boardwalk. I’ll be sure to wear my eyes. Do not forget your face. I could never.”

—  “new york craigslist > personals > missed connections”    (x)

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Zoom in on her face in the third gif. She means this. You are completely irreplaceable.

[omshanti-ompeace-blog-blog]

This went deep man. Look at her face. I would love to know where this came from, what she was talking about. And it’s true. So true. Completely irreplaceable. You are you and there is no better you

[ineffable-uncertainty]

Reblogging because I needed to see this message tonight, and something tells me someone else does too.

[myseedbelongsinyourwomb-deactiv]

Reblogging as I think every one of my followers are special and impossible to replace.

Remember that.

[pocheposh]

You are all special and important, and Ellen is a gift. 

[anditslove]

Iain Thomas, The Great Distraction

[tarotbabey]

~ tarot spread for the present ~

[gayjimothy]

a scientist and an icon

[starcrossedcherik]

But how can you leave out the line where our girl says “You didnt really think I was in love with you?”

Shit was iconic

[gayjimothy]

here you go:

[just-shower-thoughts]

The problem with the work holiday party is that drunk you is talkative so now sober you has to say hi to people you used to be able to walk past

[thegirlwhocaughtfire]

HAHA ALSO ME IN LAW SCHOOL

[freshmoviequotes]

Pariah (2011)

[officialaudreykitching-deactiva]

‪Sometimes the answer is just letting go. Searching and finding nothing is exhausting, release the need to know and move on. We don’t always understand everything or get the closure we want, but we really don’t need it. Make peace with what haunts you, restore your serenity. ‬

[lovelustquotes]

Reyna Biddy

[heartcountry]

somewhere someone waits up for you. somewhere someone takes their phone off silent with the hopes of catching your call. somewhere a roomful of people plan for your return. somewhere an audience waits to applaud you, is applauding you, will applaud you for your rest of your life. and i know you swear you’re no heart-stopping beauty queen but the ones who love you still look for you first in a crowded room. still watch you, eagerly waiting for your eyes to light up with the next joke you’ll tell. or for the smile that tells them you’re okay after all. this is your fame. this is your legacy. you were loved in this world if only for a moment. and now you’re starting to forget. back then, you imagined your life as a series of miracles and you waited for it to all happen to you. but your heart caught up with the world and stopped dreaming so big. or so loud. and you folded yourself away and never told anyone how scared you were of everything. and you thought, this is it. this is the rest of my life. i’ll live on the sidelines of love and ill laugh at the right parts of the story. and it worked for a while, but you knew it couldn’t last. you, expert daydreamer. you, cynical romantic. you who once fed the birds on the stoop, knowing it would make their flight a little easier. you, who kept the light on because it helped your best friend sleep. you who smiled at the cashier like you meant it, because you did mean it. you who led the river home. you who the sky stared back at. you who the moon followed. you are not as small as you think nor are your fears as large. someday you will turn the tea kettle on, you will open the windows, you will breathe deeply and you will move forward. you will thank the ordinary things for bringing you back to the miracle of yourself. and you will waver and see a flicker of the dark calling you back and maybe you will get lost in it. but you will be found again and found again and found again.

[ruffwizard]

[gahdamnpunk]

Her tuition so damn high she can wear whatever tf she wants

[smallswingshoes]

Spite goals