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"I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you."

Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade (via larmoyante)

larmoyante

molotovriot:

space-tart:

astro-stoner:

hohokev:

why do jellyfish only sting when theres physical contact

why doesnt the electricity just surge throughout the entire ocean

why dont jellyfish rule the world

Fun fact!  Jellyfish don’t use electricity to sting you.  Whenever they feel pressure against their tentacles, it causes its cells to rapidly send out these stingers into your skin that then release its venom.  Like this:

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hohokev

Disney Stained Glass 

mandiemichel.deviantart.com
keithcameron:

Please Don’t Pout
Keith Cameron

keithcameron:

Please Don’t Pout

Keith Cameron

hannahleigh14:

She’s mine. I don’t want anyone else getting the same butterflies I get when she smiles or says my name. I don’t want anyone else making her blush or calling her “babe.” Call me selfish I don’t care. She’s mine.

keepit--rad

The Aftermath of Rape

writingsforwinter:

The expression “when all is said and done” never really applies

to a situation like this one.

This work is never really done.

They call it the aftermath.

Like it’s wreckage you can clean up, an oil spill to skim off the ocean

or a town to rebuild after a hurricane,

when in reality nothing feels like reality anymore,

and nothing is able to fully be rebuilt or summoned from the ashes.

Inside every dream in which he’s touching you unwanted again

there’s another dream in which he touches you a second time

after you’ve already said no once.

Every nightmare is just a matryoshka of another.

You thought by being touched you could learn how to feel loved more

when in fact you’re just learning to feel loved less.

This work is never done. This work is never done.

You try to separate yourself from him, from even the parts of your skin

that made contact with his, like the Hubble Space Telescope made contact

with outer space, but you’re not a universe anymore,

that’s not how you feel anyway; you feel like there are no stars or galaxies

held inside you anymore, that you are nothing

but a black hole.

And this is the aftermath that you have to deal with,

alone in outer space while everyone else is pointing their own telescopes at you

taking photos of your “progress” in recovery

when all you really want is someone to hold your hand,

put down the camera, and tell you you can take as long as you need.

That one “no” should have been enough,

and the aftermath may really end up being forevermath

but you are strong enough to solve the equation.

the-writing-writer-wrote:

My grandma always tells me my skin is more loving than the
rest of the world and she doesn’t really know how I’m going to
survive when there’s so many hungry people needing a house
to claim. I’m trying to tell her it’s going to be okay that it’s going
to be great that I’ll come back in one whole piece with a smile
on my face that screamed Freedom that I’ll walk through her door
saying “I made it, Grandma! Look how well I did! I’m still in tact
everywhere you said I wouldn’t be.”

She shakes her head and says, “Nobody goes off to war
and comes back the same, baby doll. But you fight to keep
all that you’ve got. Don’t come back torn and broken so much
that my kisses can’t fix you. Wear your skin and don’t offer it
to strangers.”

And I looked at her from across the table and says,
"But what if they’re cold?"

She smiles gently and tells me,
"This,
this is exactly what I mean.”

annabelleebypoe:

Salvador Dalí.

annabelleebypoe
Schloß Augustusburg, Brühl, Germany.

Schloß Augustusburg, Brühl, Germany.

versaillesadness
you look fucking stupid in a dress, DUDE
Anonymous

dajo42:

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come closer one second

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little closer

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okay close enough

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i have a simple question: which of us is wearing a crown?

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that would be me.

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do you know what this crown means?

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it means i look fucking cute

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and you’re the human embodiment of a sore butt

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now as your fucking queen, i royally declare

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that i am beautiful and you are a listerine enema

dajo42
lizletsgo:

once, I asked shadows to dance

lizletsgo:

once, I asked shadows to dance

touchdisky:

Flora by Egill Bjarki Jonsson

touchdisky

"woman. do not wait for a poet. you are already poetry"

(via kenziekatefloyd)

kenziekatefloyd

You’ll pry my Oxford comma from my cold, dead, and lifeless hands.

delgrosso

tomlifornia:

Midnight Memories- first lines as snaps [insp]
tomlifornia