“funeral beds” by the districts
shhh just listen
nebraska - bruce springsteen
— Tennessee Williams (via casimirpulaskiday)
Anonymous asked: i was scrolling through nice tumblrs und then i found yours. you really got me! you seem to be like a lovely person with a fantastic taste in poetry, music and photography. i love your writings. i love the way your thoughts go through your head. i love you! thanks for the brilliant music!
this definitely made my day a lot brighter :) thank you anonymous friend slash stranger. i hope you are well and i’m sure you’re super lovely.
listen and share. it’s such a wonderful calming song.
hardest part of growing up is not knowing how to define certain feelings and emotions and not having a way to purge them out. it’s this thing that eats you up and you have no idea why or how to get rid of it. i suck at life, adulthood is kicking my ass.
This is the true and impossible story of my very great love. In the hope that she will not read this and reproach me, I have withheld many telling details: her name, the particulars of her birth and upbringing, and any identifying scars or birth marks. All the same, I cannot help but write this for her, to tell her “I’m sorry for every word I wrote to change you, I’m sorry for so many things. I couldn’t see you when you were here and, now that you’re gone, I see you everywhere.” One may read this and think it’s magic, but falling in love is an act of magic, so is writing. It was once said of Catcher In The Rye, “That rare miracle of fiction has again come to pass: a human being has been created out of ink, paper and the imagination.” I am no J.D. Salinger, but I have witnessed a rare miracle. Any writer can attest: in the luckiest, happiest state, the words are not coming from you, but through you. She came to me wholly herself, I was just lucky enough to be there to catch her.
i very much enjoyed this movie.
i’m ridiculously infatuated with denise nouvion of memoryhouse.
who’s your manic pixie dream girl?
I was pretty shocked to find out just how little liquid fresh water Earth contains, like we saw in this post. But I was equally shocked to find out that as much as one-fifth of Earth’s fresh water is locked up in the beauty above: Lake Baikal.
Siberia’s Lake Baikal, not only the world’s oldest lake at ~25 million years of age, is the largest single fresh water source on the planet. The water is so deep and so pure that when it freezes it becomes a sort of cold, turquoise glass, giving an observer a lens that can see over 100 feet straight down.
i look up to her so much.