i wanna be the kinda girl that someone writes devastating, bloody poetry about, or an entire album like ‘for emma’ or lyrics like ‘and her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place’
You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you, and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look at him and see the stars, and he looks at you and sees the sun. And you both think the other is just looking at the ground.
Anonymous asked: I miss you so much!!!
So this excerpt I leave to you,
We are all lonely voyagers sailing on life’s ebb tide,
To a far off place were all stripling warriors have died,
Sometime at eve when the tide is low,
The voices call us back to the rippling water’s flow,
Even though our boat sailed with love in our hearts,
Neither our dreams or plans would keep heaven far apart,
We drift through the hush of God’s twilight pale,
With no response to our friendly hail,
Suddenly he pulls us through the reef’s cutting sea,
Back to the place that he asked us to be,
The friendly barges that were anchored so near,
In silent sorrow drop their salted tears,
Yet I have no fear of home and work done well,
In this life I broke the waves and rode the swell,
So don’t look for me on the ocean’s floor to find,
I’ve never left the weathered docks of your loving mind,
For I am in the moon, the wind and the whale’s evening song,
I am the sailor of eternity whose voyage is not gone.
Quite long, eh? hahahaha
“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.”
—C. JoyBell C. (via thepaulineanatomy)
'I will rise with my red hair, and I will eat men like air.'
Ye gods, I must have done something really lovely to deserve a present like this one. Thank you bitchacho, let’s get high together. Mixcd
“Kiss, smoke, make love, run, travel west, jump naked, play in puddles, drive, sing, laugh, live. Do something you’re afraid of everyday. Yes, everyday;”
And I love the sun but I can’t realize why I’m living alone; I pour the gasoline to burn on my own
I really do.
Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self questioning.
Reality is relative, depending on what lens you look through. And so she is in love with the beautiful formlessness of the sea,
The collision between the Milky Way Galaxy and the Andromeda Galaxy.
the grand showdown
Andromeda is a bit bigger than us. So when that happens, Andromeda’s black hole is gonna consume our black hole in a vicious act of galactic canabalism.
Which is an actual term used in astronomy apparently.
“Galactic Cannabalism” sounds like an electro/death metal fusion band.
Galactic cannibalism is one of my favourite astronomical terms, but it doesn’t beat the term used for the stretching out into a long thin tube that occurs when something falls into a black hole (spaghettification) or the term used for a rock thought to be a meteorite but which later turns out to be an ordinary terrestrial rock (meteowrong).
fuck astronomy remains to be my favorite thing
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“Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.”
—Pablo Neruda (via thatkindofwoman)