Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac


Ursula K. Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness


Edith Wharton, The Glimpses of the Moon


Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone

Tempers confiscating
the aches I embellish
Correcting myself,
As I stumble toward
an elegant existance.
Illicit time progression
reveals blistering artifacts
defining and comforting

"The biggest lesson I’ve learned is, ‘It’s okay.’ It’s okay for me to be kind to myself. It’s okay to be wrong. It’s okay to get mad. It’s okay to be flawed. It’s okay to be happy. It’s okay to move on."
— Hayley Williams (via travelhikepsych)

(Source: paramore-is-the-future)


Saw this amazing painting of Tracy McConnell Mosby :’) in love with her, and this painting! The ending did no justice to her or us. I hate the fact that she’s dead :’(

Correction: this painting was made by the wonderful artist alicexz :)
"In most of our human relationships, we spend much of our time reassuring one another that our costumes of identity are on straight."
— Ram Dass (via lazyyogi)
"Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence."
— The Little Prince (via psych-facts)
"For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth."
— (via justgoodvibes)

(Source: astrasperas)