Hi, I'm Laura
21/United States

"The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world's existence. All these half-tones of the soul's consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are."
---Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

||All of the pictures I post are not mine unless otherwise stated*||

asylum-art:

CDSea – A sea made with 600,000 CD- Bruce Munro.

An art installation created by designer 
CDSea“, is a project where 600,000 CDs from donate where laid out on the grass in a Wiltshire field in the UK.

(via yourstoxically)

I Wrote This For You, Iain S. Thomas (via sne)

(Source: sahrana, via blvemoon)

There are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.

10knotes:

To believe in a universe as young as six or seven thousand years old is to extinguish the light from most of the galaxy. Not to mention, the light from all the hundred billion other galaxies in the observable universe.

Featured on a 1000Notes.com blog

(Source: demoncolbert)

the-manila-institute:

The oxygen nubs weren’t in her nose anymore,of course. They would have been taken out because she didn’t need them anymore. I’m glad they did it she felt free when they weren’t in. Like she was more herself than her cancer.they’d fixed her hair in a strange fashion that she would have despised.She was wearing the dress that she wore to Oranjee. Unconventional, but she would have preferred it this way.

I knelt down, and wished for a moment that I was kneeling for different reasons.I stroked her face. "I Love you," I whispered, although I don’t know how much sound got past my lips. "Present tense. Okay ?"

She didn’t respond of course. I lean down and kissed her cheek."Okay," I said for her, and backed away. the people who were watching me at the casket snapped their eyes away.

I looked at it.”Thank you.”

I stuck my hand inside it and found a box of Camel Lights.

The parents were walking back down the hill to the car. I looked at the box. The last keepsake, the last piece of my great star-crossed love that I would ever hold in my hands.

I took out a cigarette and reached for the lighter in my back pocket.The button was stiff, because it had never been pressed.

I pressed it now.Slipped the cigarette between my teeth. And I lit it.

based on this post (x)

(via dearprongs)

You know at times, I forget how much you’ve grown. At times, I still see the small boy from the cupboard.

(Source: rumplestitlskin, via dearprongs)

Jane Austen (via perfect)

(Source: lauralizabeth, via moonstoners)

If a book is well written, I always find it too short.

iguanamouth:

not knowing how to spell a word but playing it off and mispelling it really bad so it looks intentional like “hey when are you meeting us at the restetrauretant”

(via vale-vives)

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