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You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it’ll be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

concept: parents that love you and care about you

paul rudd winning sexiest man alive is the only thing that's made sense in years.

my friends r so talented. rb if ur friends are talented

Lovely words from latin to describe nature:

Imber : a rain shower

Solis Occasum : the setting of the sun

Lux Brumalis :  the light of winter

Aurora Borealis : morning light from the north

Apricus : full of sunlight 

Crepusculum : twilight

Umbra : darkness

“Picture a wave in the ocean, you can see it, measure it — its height, the way the sunlight refracts when it passes through. It’s there and you can see it and you know what it is. It’s a wave. And then it crashes on the shore, and it’s gone. But the water is still there. The wave was just a different way for the water to be, for a little while. That’s one conception of death for a Buddhist. The wave returns to the ocean  — where it came from, and where it’s supposed to be.”

-Chidi Anagonye 

relationships with ur parents are so weird, arent they? like... i hate you for what you did, i love you because you bring me soup when im sick. i want to get away from you. i feel safe with you. i want to run away from you. i want your hugs. i wish you understood me. i wish i understood you.

Ahh the inherent romanticism of waking up on a cold September morning, stepping outside in an oversized sweater to read while drinking a hot drink in the cold crisp weather.

the utter romantic notion that the stars have a hand in our fate.