1. Studio VertigoRobbie Cornelissen (2011).

    (Source: vl4da, via wolf-cub)

     

  2. wearylove:

    stopdropandvogue:

    literally

    babe

     


  3. And it’s hard to hate someone once you understand them.
    — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor (via muse)

    (Source: quotes-shape-us, via tgifreitag)

     

  4. jmruitenberg:

    (Source: v33ra)

     

  5. maudit:

    "Why am I me and why not you?
    Why am I here and why not there?
    When did time begin and where does space end?"

    (via flentium)

     

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  9. She began to understand why lovers talk baby talk to one another. There was no other socially acceptable circumstance in which the children inside her were permitted to come out. If the one-year-old, the five-year-old, the twelve-year-old, and the twenty-year-old all find compatible personalities in the beloved, there is a real chance to keep all of these sub-personas happy. Love ends their long loneliness. Perhaps the depth of love can be calibrated by the number of different selves that are actively involved in a given relationship.
    — Carl Sagan, Contact (1985)

    (Source: fluorescentcrescent, via iwantmybearsuit)

     

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  12. All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
    — I Wrote This For You (x)

    (Source: quotethat, via amenalcohol)

     


  13. I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.
    — Vladimir Nabokov (via raspberrying)

    (Source: blackcloudsanddarktrees, via firstday-ofmylife)

     


  14. It was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything.
    — Joseph Heller, Catch-22 (via loveyourchaos)

    (Source: honeyforthehomeless, via loveyourchaos)

     


  15. Falling in love with you was a kind of melting, and
    falling out of love with you wasn’t at all like rebuilding
    ice cubes out of fog, but rather
    evaporation, condensation, and then the rain
    once more.

    My heartbeat keeps me awake at night
    and I don’t understand what language it speaks in so
    I put a stethoscope over my chest and plug
    it into my laptop,
    but Google Translate
    still hasn’t found how to translate water into words,
    or an ocean into a novel
    about the back of a whale’s throat.

    The heart
    is never as simple as a one-liner.

    The heart
    is a burning shipwreck under four thousand layers of sea.

    What I’ve come here to do tonight is this —
    salvage what I can from the wreckage
    so that I can rise again, like a phoenix, into my own
    skin.

    I touch you and my heart undergoes the water cycle.
    Evaporation and condensation, and then
    always,

    this rain.

    — Shinji Moon, “The Water Cycle” (via commovente)

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