acosmist - One who believes that nothing exists
paralian - A person who lives near the sea
aureate - Pertaining to the fancy or flowery words used by poets
dwale - To wander about deliriously
sabaism - The worship of stars
dysphoria - An unwell feeling
aubade - A love song which is sung at dawn
eumoirous - Happiness due to being honest and wholesome
mimp - To speak in a prissy manner, usually with pursed lips
wildflowers; songs you should listen to when you feel bad about yourself (◠‿◠✿) (l i s t e n)
i. worship you - vampire weekend ii. strawberry swing - coldplay iii. mountain sound - of monster and men iv. soul meets body - death cab for cutie v. featherstone - the paper kites vi. blue lips - regina spektor vii. diane young - vampire weekend viii. charlie brown - coldplay ix. crave you - flight facilities x. daniel in the den - bastille xi. dreams (ft. gabrielle aplin) - bastille xii. female robbery - the neighbourhood xiii. girls like you - the naked and famous xiv. get lucky (daft punk cover) - daugher
Do you ever look at 9 year olds and just know they’re gonna be a fuckin douche in 6/7 years.
Deviantart user MichaelthePure shows us what The Doctor would look like if they were drawn by Tim Burton!
I buy all your favorite foods so I will be ready when you come home
because once I did this and you said “This is how I know you love
I go on long walks alone and think about a poem my friend wrote
that goes ”This is how you die by distance.”
I hum the sound of the dial tone under my breath.
I stare at my hands and wonder at their uses. I consider pawning
my thighs. I consider auctioning off my hip bones. I put my breasts in
a box on the top shelf of the closet. I do not need them now.
I think of all the things I have to tell you when I will see you.
I just found out pumpkins are technically fruits
Cary Grant’s first job was in a traveling circus
Most mammals are born able to walk and learn to run within minutes, so we are not crazy for moving so fast.
This morning I wrote your name in the steam on my mirror, even though I knew it would fade within minutes
In my best notebook I wrote “I miss you” ten thousand times.
I wrote “I think I am missing one of my ribs”
I wrote “I envy the way leaves know exactly when to fall from the branches and when to come back in the spring”
I wrote “Everyone else isn’t you. It turns out that’s a huge problem for me.”