And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami (via paintdeath)

hirxeth:

"One thing I’ve learnt is that you should never look back, the past is dead and buried, you get nothing from living there, it’s all about today. but I’ve been having these dreams, in them nothing is real, nothing is solid; everything is fantasy, fucked. An illusion. In these dreams I’m a life that’s already gone by. Today means nothing, today is just a ghost that’s haunting me. I’m at the end of the world on the edge of things and I think about letting go. I think about falling. My name is James Cook, I did something once and my ghost won’t let me forget it. “
James Cook

hirxeth:

"One thing I’ve learnt is that you should never look back, the past is dead and buried, you get nothing from living there, it’s all about today. but I’ve been having these dreams, in them nothing is real, nothing is solid; everything is fantasy, fucked. An illusion. In these dreams I’m a life that’s already gone by. Today means nothing, today is just a ghost that’s haunting me. I’m at the end of the world on the edge of things and I think about letting go. I think about falling. My name is James Cook, I did something once and my ghost won’t let me forget it. “

James Cook

aphfandoms:

DO YOU EVER REALISE HOW AMAZING IT IS TO KNOW A SECOND LANGUAGE

LIKE ANY OTHER LANGUAGE IS JUST GIBBERISH BUT SOMEHOW YOU UNDERSTAND THESE DIFFERENT WORDS AND THEY MEAN THINGS AND JUST

LANGUAGES ARE SO FREAKING FASCINATING HOW DO OUR BRAINS EVEN FUNCTION WHAT ARE LANGUAGES

I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.

Me, to you (via heartsworldsapart)

There are days that I cannot find the sun even though its right outside my goddamn window.

Neil Hilborn, “This is Not the End of the World” (via avvfvl)

rainbowreverie21:

chickenyaoi:

America is some fucked up dystopian shit honestly like how are y’all even surviving? Paying for healthcare? $60,000 on tuition? POC getting shot in Wal-Marts? White men shooting up elementary schools? That’s terrifying I’m worried about all of you

America doesn’t seem that terribly horrible when you live here day to day and you’ve known nothing else but when somebody says something like this it fucks you up really good.

People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.

But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up

And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss them so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.

Rosie Scanlan, On Missing Them  (via bluegirls)