ursa major: incenses: ”I think you could fall in... →
incenses: ”I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the…
I thought about life, about my life, the embarrassments, the little...– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via andiwouldntsaynotosomethingsweet)
i made it onto the editorial board of the undergraduate science journal, guys!
When you’re a teenager and in your early twenties it seems desperately eternal...– Morrissey (via atomos)
If only I would have checked myself– guy who wrecked himself (via loveyourchaos)
I take back what I said about research never being any fun. Lab is totally awesome at night when it’s late and there’s no one else here. I’m blasting “golden oldies” on pandora, semi dancing around while I run this immuno. It’s therapeutic and pleasant and I’m thoroughly enjoying myself. 10th week is all around turning out to be more enjoyable than it...
this may not be a mature approach to handling the situation, but i like to think it’s an honest one. my intention is not to show that i hate him, which i in no way do, but rather to say that i could not stand to fake a friendship anymore when there so clearly was not one. i’ve really thought about it and i realized that i have a lot of really sincere friendly feelings (more than i...
so what if i'm a tree killer
my favorite barnes and noble is closing down and i’m sad, mad, etc., so now i’m going to spend all of finals week studying there as my last hurrah with the bb of westside pavillion. barnesy, it’s been fun. when i was little, i bought lemony snicket books from you. when i was in my early teens, i bought gossip girl books from you, and wrongly decided for about a year in ninth...
requisite giving of thanks
I’m thankful for… my dad, because no matter how insane he can be sometimes, he’s the one person i know always has my back. the one person who has always and will always wake up if he hears me crying in the wee hours of the night. my mom, because even though we are so distant and haven’t talked for years until recently, it can be nothing but good that we are on speaking...
This year I’m thankful that Stacey posted some pictures on facebook with a...– Kenny, real talk
The good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get...– John Green (via ennayak) i love JG
I’m grateful for anything that reminds me of what’s possible in this life. Books...– Jonathan Safran Foer (via whendustdances)
if you have to ask...
whether your outfit qualifies as blatant sluttery or not, then the answer is yes.
There are always flowers for those who want to see them.– Henri Matisse (via rosettes)
I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim...– Lemony Snicket, Beatrice Letters (via forever-and-alwayss)
if I had a dollar for every time I didn’t say “poverty” within two seconds of saying the word “artsy”… I would have no dollars.
I love mornings like these, mornings in which I don’t want to be productive in terms of school, so I simply play the house wife instead. I made Amy and myself onion, avocado, and smoked cheddar omelets. Ground up coffee beans and made us both a fresh cuppa joe. Folded laundry, polished my boots, febreezed the closets. It’s a lovely rainy day indoors! I think I’m going to read...
It is so hard to leave— until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned...– John Green - Paper Towns (via growinginbrooklyn)
Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.– E. E. Cummings (via rosettes)
this is a good.
this is good. this is good. this is good. this is good. this is good. … right? I am doing the right thing, right?
It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up...– Madeleine L’Engle (via compassio)
I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can...– Marilyn Monroe (via quote-book)
I have a crush, and it simultaneously makes me feel pretty and like I will never quite be pretty enough. I don’t quite know the exact nature of it, or where it will go (if anywhere at all), but I don’t even care. This feeling is a gift. A totally huge gift from the universe to me. I’m going to run with it and let the oxytocin carry me far far away from all the places I lingered...
soul sista, best friend, fellow celebrator of the three-quarter birthday. i love ya, couldn’t get through my every day mental processes without you.
i’m kind of afraid i’m never going to meet anyone who will be interesting and attractive and smart all at once. People so often bore me and I can’t stand the thought of settling.
I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed...– Sylvia Plath (via lozengeoflovee)
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I’m not sure when I am. Not where, when. This happens especially often when the seasons are changing and the air begins to smell different. I’m reminded of last year or the one before that or some small memory of childhood and suddenly I feel confused, or maybe even a little bit lost.