Why Normal Girls Cry:	Boyfriends, breakups, getting rejected...normal things
Why I cry:	Fictional characters, when my OTP looks at each other, my ships, fanfiction, pictures of hot, unattainable celebrities, parts in books where characters I liked die, when I watch the movie i've been waiting for FOREVER

"The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed…"

Charlotte Brontë, from “Evening Solace”, with thanks to buried-denmark (via growing-orbits)

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anthropologie:

Artist Shinichi Maruyama’s abstract water sculptures are fleeting, lasting only an instant before beautifully falling apart.

Via: Fast Company Design

anthropologie:

I was raised on the shores of Lake Michigan. We experienced all the seasons, but my favorite moments were always in late Spring when the first big storms would make their march across the horizon, blurring the lines between wind, water and atmosphere.

Via: Push The Movement

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caffeinatedfeminist:

thebaptizedagnostic:

OH MY GOD

THIS IS MY LIFE’S DREAM

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inothernews:

BRIGHT-ON BEACH  Glowing bioluminescent plankton in the tide line washes up onto a beach on Vaadhoo Island, Raa Atoll, Maldives, with stars above and a ship’s lights on the horizon.  (Photo: Doug Perrine / Barcroft Media via The Telegraph)

"We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography — to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste of experience. All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps."

Michael Ondaatje, from The English Patient, with thanks to clavicola (via growing-orbits)

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"A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be."

A Single Man

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"Sometimes I would like to ask God why He allows poverty, famine and injustice in the world, when He could do something about it…but I’m afraid He may ask me the same question."

Anonymous (via orthodoxbrit)

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