March 2013
“In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the...”
– Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion (via foreignkings)
February 2013
ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life.
ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life.
January 2013
“I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via jaded-mandarin)
we live on a floating rock in a giant space that has no real end
and you want me to memorize vocabulary words
sarcasticconfusion:
juventius:
do you ever sit down and wonder how many of your alternate universe selves are dead
i do now
