reaching out to the stars

  1. (Source: sinnohqueen, via pokemon-personalities)

  2. I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.

    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood  (via deprincession)

    THIS, 10000000 TIMES, THIS.

    (via lvnalambino)

    (Source: wordsnquotes, via blacksheepbabe)

  3. cyclonemetal:

    "well, it seems we are at an impasse."

    "so we are. carry on, cat"

    "same to you, bird."

    (Source: sizvideos, via nishthedish)

  4. infinity-imagined:

    City lights photographed from the International Space Station and Neurons imaged with fluorescence microscopy.

    Source images; Cities (1) (2) (3) (4) (5), Neurons (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

    (via jwll)

  5. theartofanimation:

    Shawn Koo

  6. isobelstevenz:

    make me choose » anonymous asked: peyton’s melancholy or peyton’s happiness

    "happy looks good on you."

    (via deepbutdazzlingdarkness)

  7. theartofanimation:

    Chang Yong Ha

  8. theartofanimation:

    Jeffrey Smith

  9. (Source: sodemonizemealready, via deepbutdazzlingdarkness)

  10. doclithius:

Source for those who don’t look in the corner~


    Source for those who don’t look in the corner~

    (via pembrokewkorgi)

  11. My mother tells me
    that when I meet someone I like,
    I have to ask them three questions:

    1. what are you afraid of?
    2. do you like dogs?
    3. what do you do when it rains?

    of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
    “They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

    I met you on a Sunday, right
    after church.
    one look and my heart fell into
    my stomach like a trap door.

    on our second date,
    I asked you what you were afraid of.
    “spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
    I asked you if you liked dogs.
    “I have three.”
    I asked you what you do when it rains.
    “sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

    he smiled like he knew.
    like his mom told him the same
    “how about you?”

    I’m scared of everything.
    of the hole in the o-zone layer,
    of the lady next door who never
    smiles at her dog,
    and especially of all the secrets
    the government must be breaking
    it’s back trying to keep from us.
    I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
    I sleep when it rains.
    I want to tell everyone I love them.
    I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
    I want to wake up in your hair
    and make you shitty coffee
    and kiss your neck
    and draw silly stick figures of us.
    I never want to ask anyone else
    these questions
    ever again.

    Caitlyn Siehl, “Three Questions” (via oshx)

    (Source: alonesomes, via littlemiss)

  12. i promise that someday
    i’ll buy you a place
    where you can say “what a nice view”
    and i’ll agree
    while looking straight at you

    (via ballerinhaz)

    (Source: friscoflush, via this--too--shall--pass)

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