That awkward stage where you can't decide if you are a child or an adult. These are my thoughts and thoughts that I relate to. I can't figure me out, but maybe you can..
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Typed up exactly what I am feeling right now, but I can’t bring myself to post it because certain people will be angry. Oh well.
(Source: travelingtinman)
Man…
Everything under the tag “swag” is incredibly disappointing. I was expecting better.
(Source: Spotify)
The things I would do to be able to see this man live…RIP.
(Source: a-tongueless-talker)
(Source: cristadecontrol)
No beauty could have come from me
I’m a waste
Of breath, of space, of time
Waste of Paint- Bright Eyes (via danyele)
No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears. I’m here, nothing can harm you; my words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears. I’m here, with you, beside you; to guard you and to guide you.
Phantom of the Opera (via verbalhemophilia)
“The idea that God is an oversized white male with a flowing beard who sits in the sky and tallies the fall of every sparrow is ludicrous. But if by God one means the set of physical laws that govern the universe, then clearly there is such a God. This God is emotionally unsatisfying… it does not make much sense to pray to the law of gravity.”
Carl Sagan
What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.
CARL SAGAN (via junch)
