Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it’s the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open. But my hand has been clenched into a fist for…years now; it’s frozen shut.
Gayle Forman, Where She Went
(via wordsnquotes)
It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
— Jack Kerouac (via quotemadness)

declanlynch:

a few known Slytherins

windypoplarsroom:

Isaac Pelepko‎

“Hair, study of Antonia’s hair”

queerpyracy:

music genres are fake and made up anyway so here’s how i’m describing my music taste from now on:

  • music for witches dancing at midnight
  • songs that sad protestants would sing in a bar where for some reason people Only drink whiskey
  • summer indie pop songs that capture a fake rose-tinted view of adolescence never experienced but often romanticized
  • that distinct feeling some music gives you where you feel this like primal power like you’re channeling old and forgotten gods who are back for vengeance
I watch the edge of his face in the dark. Its beauty is part of what binds me to him. I don’t know how to make this sound virtuous.
Anne Carson, from “Part V: The Anthropology of Water,” Plainwater: Essays and Poetry (via sapphoisms)

nubbsgalore:

photos by lassi rautiainen, susan brookes and staffan widstrand of a rare friendship that developed between a female grey wolf and a male brown bear in northern finland.

notes lassi, “no one can know exactly why or how the young wolf and bear became friends, but i think that perhaps they were both alone when they were young and a bit unsure of how to survive alone. it seems to me that they feel safe being together.”

the photographers also note that the two share every meal together, bringing each other their kills (as seen in the third and fifth photos).

awanqi:

a series : sanctus [part 2]

part 1

prints are available!

awanqi:

a series : sanctus [part 1]

part 2

prints are available!