starllex:

this is my favorite post of all time

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Let’s do a chat. 

Inbox me or something. 

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mjschryver:

Red pandas, being adorable. Like they do.

Credits:
  1. untitled, by Slavomir M.
  2. Red Panda, by Curt
  3. Yawning Red Panda, by Robert Mooney
  4. Red Panda ;, by Art G.
  5. unknown
  6. Red Panda in a Tree Y A W N I N G!, by Neil McIntosh
  7. Fight for Your Life, by darkcalypso
  8. Red Panda, by Jamie Cuthill

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fer1972:

Over the Top: The Incredible Landscape Photography of Max Rive 

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Darling, I just want to feel dead inside. 

pray-for-fucking-plagues:

Nothing in this world
could ever compare
to the hole in my heart
and the weight in the air
when you took to the sky
and i lost you to time
a final goodbye
All we love we leave behind

pray-for-fucking-plagues:

Nothing in this world

could ever compare

to the hole in my heart

and the weight in the air

when you took to the sky

and i lost you to time

a final goodbye

All we love we leave behind

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iatheism:

It’s starting to pull me under, I can feel it beneath my feet.
The last few months have passed so slowly
and it’s been so long since I’ve seen your fucking smile.
I’m to afraid to ask what’s wrong so I sit and stare
frustrated digging my nails into my palms.

I never wanted you to see me like that.
Bloodshot eyes, bleeding fists, speechless love, a new year’s wish.
I never wanted you to see me reenact those days I threw away.

Stuttered screams from a distant voice
I followed you all the way to your front door.
No words could take the pain from your eyes
like a knife through the heart.
I’ll be sleeping alone tonight
and when I wake you won’t see me again,
you won’t have to worry about me anymore.
I’m sorry for all the times I fucked up,
I’m sorry for every time I let you down.
You always said it was hard to talk and I guess it always was.
But it still feels the same, I still feel the same.
The only difference is you’re not there.

I brought this on myself you’re not there.
When I need you the most, you’re not there.
And I can’t stop thinking of you.

fuckyeahdeadswans:

The lyrics of Anxiety and everything else.

fuckyeahdeadswans:

The lyrics of Anxiety and everything else.

Fumbling with words and thoughts.

It sucks, but in reality I have no real right to complain. I’m still breathing. 

Martian sunrises, as seen by the HiRISE orbiter

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Feeling like I’ve been stabbed in the stomach is exactly how I wanted to spend the last couple of days, fuck yeah.