the rain in the plain stays mainly on the mane. photos by michael nichols, anup & manoj shaw and paul & paveena mckenzie from serengeti national park, where there aren’t too many places for lions to hide from the rain.
If you just had a clear box, you’d know that Schrodinger’s cat is alive and very confused.
I don’t think I could ever love softly.
I want to love all corners and edges,
knives and daggers, broken nails bitten
down till they bleed.
I want to love like Troy blazing, like
Rome collapsing, like kings cast
down from their thrones; the only
way I know to spell love is like this:
W A R N I N G.
I love with trembling arms, scratchy
eyes, chipped teeth - fire, fire, fire.
I ache to chaff myself into fire and
blaze so brightly you can see again -
I do not want to love any other way.
I’m sorry if that’s too much to handle;
fire does, after all, need another fire
to run itself out.
Darshana S., “IT’S NOT YOU, IT’S ME” (via opaleophelia)
remember when you used to watch anime in three parts on youtube
Good Night.
A type of loneliness that is peaceful, and misunderstood.
When you meet someone who tries their hardest to stick by you regardless of how difficult you are, keep them. Keep them at all costs because finding someone who cares enough to look past your flaws isn’t something that happens every day.
Midnight Thoughts (I got lucky with you)
I need a ‘I’m never letting you go’ kind of cuddle.
vriska~
Most people think happiness is about gaining something, but it’s not. It’s all about getting rid of the darkness you accumulate.
Carolyn Crane (via mylittlebookofquotes)