Evergreen

“You’ve got to invest in the world, you’ve got to read, you’ve got to go to art galleries, you’ve got to find out the names of plants. You’ve got to start to love the world and know about the whole genius of the human race.”

[blossomfully]

She treats you the way she wishes someone would treat her. So please don’t be annoyed if she keeps asking if you’re alright. It’s just because no one ever asked her.

[aeqo]

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The ocean isn’t calm, yet everyone finds peace within it. Some people find calm in the chaos.

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With so much emptiness, aren’t stars, planets and people just glitches in an otherwise elegant and uniform nothingness? Like pieces of lint on a black sweater? You might say that so much emptiness makes the tiny bits of matter that much more meaningful — simply by the fact that, against all odds, they aren’t empty. What if trillions of stars and planets were crammed right next to each other? They wouldn’t be special at all. It seems like we are both pathetically insignificant, and miraculously important at the same time.

If the Moon Were Only 1 Pixel — Josh Worth

[siriusorion]

C O S M O S ; ‘We are all made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.’

A mix inspired by the wonder and tranquility of gazing upon stars. For intimate silences that last long into the night, tracing patterns in a glitter-filled sky. (for kristin). | listen. 

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What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

Sylvia Plath,  The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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I'm always a slut for conspiracy theories

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[reccord]

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[beaglesarecute]

People scare me. They change their minds so quick. One moment it’s “I love you” and “you make me happy” and the next it’s “I’m not sure anymore” and “this isn’t what I want.”

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[as-z-goes]

Does anybody else really like it when someone plays with your hands? Like when they just grab your hands and massage them or when they hold your hand and move your fingers around and then kiss them. Does anyone else like that or am I just weird?

[wrecked-and-wasted]

Don’t fall in love with the boy’s who hold your hair back when you’ve drank too much, Or the ones who take your hand while you’re crying and pray circles into your palms. Maybe don’t kiss the boy’s who go for midnight walks with you and stay up till 5 am to help you with that final paper due at 8. Don’t go for the ones that know your worth even when you don’t, Even when you call them to pick you up because some fuck boy left you with only a few hickeys and no ride home. Please don’t pay attention to the boy’s who take your self hate and say “you really don’t see yourself the way others see you, do you?” Oh god. Just don’t fall in love with them. Please, just don’t. Because it’s the ones that kiss your eyelids and stretch marks that fuck you over. It’s the ones that tell you the truth that bring you to your knees. It’s the good ones that leave you curled up in a ball for months begging for the bleeding in your gut to stop. And it’s all because they’re the unforgettable ones. The boy’s who leave so many marks of love on you that no one can compare. God knows they’re it. Fuck. You were it.

It took too long to figure out how to put this into words. I guess that’s how you know I loved you.

[notbubblegumpop]

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lmao (laughing my anxiety off)

[runwild-rundeep]

Growing up is weird. Losing touch with friends who you thought would be at your wedding is weirder. 

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REDESIGNED BOOK COVERS | The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller 

“I will n e v e r leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.

If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that s w e l l i n g truth.

As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were e t c h e d into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.

‘P a t r o c l u s’ he said. He was always better with words than I.”