Play It Loud As Fuck And Dance To It

July 27, 2014 10:41 pm 10:39 pm
breathtakingdestinations:

Manly - New South Wales - Australia (von nigelhowe)

breathtakingdestinations:

Manly - New South Wales - Australia (von nigelhowe)

(via 0utsidelookingin)

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"At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare."

Caitlin Moran (via artvevo)

This is one of the most overwhelmingly wonderful piece of writing I have ever read, amazing amazing amazing

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10:43 am July 26, 2014 6:49 pm

kvtes:

dreams of a little white house surrounded by tall trees. walls of white and blue-gray. hydrangeas all throughout the house. windows open, a cool breeze drifting through. the smell of a cherry pie baking, and motown music praying. a pup at my feet, a bottle of wine on the counter. overstuffed couches and warm blankets. a kitchen window that faces the driveway so i can watch for you to pull in. the quiet slam of the screen door, your face and arms, and bliss.

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