July252014
“Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.” T.S. Eliot (via observando)
6AM
“You are flowers in my stomach.
 Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs. 
I only want to be the sun for you.” Elke River (via feellng)

(via langleav)

12AM

bombing:

serial killer who kidnaps victims and gives the police 24 hours to find and save them. every four hours a clue to the location is added by the killer to the victims snapchat story. once the story expires so does their time

Someone makes this a tv show or movie or something

(via dutchster)

July242014
“The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share the twisting trails and wondrous worlds I’ve known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there. The last few steps you have to take alone.” Shel Silverstein (via observando)
11PM
deducecanoe:

I interrupt my frequent unhappy rants about my low self esteem, panic-inducing lifestyle and all the ways fandom craps on itself to bring you ducklings in dresses made of cupcake papers. Ok. You need this. Shut up and accept that you need this.

deducecanoe:

I interrupt my frequent unhappy rants about my low self esteem, panic-inducing lifestyle and all the ways fandom craps on itself to bring you ducklings in dresses made of cupcake papers. Ok. You need this. Shut up and accept that you need this.

(Source: awwww-cute, via dutchster)

5PM
Exactly

Exactly

5PM
5PM
“Music is the universal language of mankind.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (via observando)
5PM
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.” Elizabeth Barrett Browning (via observando)

One of my faves

5PM
whoagifs:

this was so beautiful!


Mesmerizing

whoagifs:

this was so beautiful!

Mesmerizing

(via dutchster)

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