I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend… I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend…
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives (via petrichour)
Songs are like smells, they can be good, they can be bad, and they can make you remember a time or a place.
Dan Smith (via somedaysigetitright)
Reading is a bit like hallucinating.
Nathan Filer, The Shock of The Fall (via quotethat)



A Giant Twisting Serpent Skeleton Emerges from the Loire River in France

it’s a fucking sculpture I almost shat a goddamn cathedral I thought the serpent lords had come to reclaim the fucking earth


DOCTOR WHO MEME - one doctor

  • [eleventh doctor]

I am definitely a m a d m a n with a box!


When I start dancing at the club to a good song


I vaguely remember Lara smiling at me from the doorway, the glittering ambiguity of a girl’s smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question but never gives it. The question, the one we’ve all been asking since girls stopped being gross, the question that is too simple to be uncomplicated: Does she like me or like me?
John Green, Looking For Alaska (via leavemyvibealoneplease)


me when buying something over $10: do i need this? do i need any material objects? will this matter when i face the great abyss?


Yo lose it.


Yo lose it.