Fearless
We were. And then we weren’t

-Six Word Story (via poetisch)

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Jul 2565,026 notes
deadcuteboy:

☺ the pale blog you’ve been looking for ☺
sitharakumar:

littlem0tel:

p1ants:

"50,000 years ago, there are not even a million people on the planet. 10,000 years ago, there’s, like, two million people on the planet. Now there’s between five and six billion people on the planet, right? Now, if we all have our own, like, individual, unique soul, right, where do they all come from? You know, are modern souls only a fraction of the original souls? ‘Cause if they are, that represents a 5,000 to 1 split of each soul in the last 50,000 years, which is, like, a blip in the Earth’s time. You know, so at best we’re like these tiny fractions of people, you know, walking… I mean, is that why we’re so scattered? You know, is that why we’re all so specialized?"
Before Sunrise, 1995

this movie changed my life


one of my favorite movies ever
I never stopped loving you. Not even for a second. Even when I hated you.

-Charles Sheehan-Miles, Just Remember to Breathe (via perfect)

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Jul 2529,209 notes
unkemptly:

unkeepinq:



“To judge a man by his weakest link or deed is like judging the power of the ocean by one wave.” 

This is literary my favourtie thing ever

x

lucid blog
I was sixteen, laying on my bedroom floor, choking on your goodbye and cigarette smoke with the 98 degree weather burning tears into my cheeks, screaming for my mother because I figured this was it, I was going to die without you because if I couldn’t wake up and see you sleepily mumbling my name into my hair I didn’t want to wake up at all.
I was seventeen, shaky breath, shaky knees, tired lungs and wet hair but I wasn’t drowning like last summer

-I thought I couldn’t live without you but you were nothing more than a good morning text and someone to pass out next to  (via extrasad)

Jul 238,141 notes
cactuseeds:

A brick in one of the plazas in my town….really makes me wonder who put it there and why.
impetuousss:

Wrote my thoughts down and set them on fire

I went through all of these old pictures today and my parents had this whole clichéd high school love thing going on