Let's Run Away

A list of beautiful sounds:

When you can hear a smile in someone's voice.

Turning old or new book's pages.

When you hear the person you are hugging breathing.

The sounds animals make when you are caressing them.

Passionate kisses.

Opening a chocolate bar.

Train whistles.

The sound of the wind.

The voice of a loved one.

Fragmenting a cookie and sharing it with someone.

Using a typewriter obviously.

Fire cracking on a chimney.

Pouring water on a glass.

The sound of the rain falling outside.

Stepping on flasks of water with your boots.

When the person you are in love with calls your name.

I think there is pressure on people to turn every negative into a positive, but we should be allowed to say 'I went through something really strange and awful and it has altered me forever.'

-Marian Keyes

reblog this to put a silly little wizard hat on the person you reblogged it from

the amount of letters in your full name is now your forever age. what is it?

The femenine urge to burn your school

you know what’s really fun and in style right now? being kind and making others feel loved and valued

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Fun fact: I’m autistic I’m gonna do a thing inspired by another person

Reblog if your blog is safe for autistic people or is ran by an autistic person!

oh and

Reblog if you stand against Autism Speaks!

“In college I had a physics professor who wrote the date and time in red marker on a sheet of white paper and then lit the paper on fire and placed it on a metallic mesh basket on the lab table where it burned to ashes. He asked us whether or not the information on the paper was destroyed and not recoverable, and of course we were wrong, because physics tells us that information is never lost, not even in a black hole, and that what is seemingly destroyed is, in fact, retrievable. In that burning paper the markings of ink on the page are preserved in the way the flame flickers and the smoke curls. Wildly distorted to the point of chaos, the information is nonetheless not dead. Nothing, really, dies. Nothing dies. Nothing dies.”

— Nicholas Rombes, The Absolution of Roberto Acestes Laing (via bobschofield)

i like to think that our blogs are just our own little personal museums of all the things we like, and we can visit each other’s museums and leave nice notes at the reception.