I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.

Artist: Martine Johanna, "Under the Moon"
Graphite and Lacquer on Wood Panel. 60 cm x 50 cm 


one time my teacher gave me an F on a paper and wrote “see me after school” on it and i was stressing all day about it but when i went later to ask her what was wrong with it she changed the F to an A and said “you were pissing me off this week i wanted you to suffer for a few hours” and i didnt trust her for the rest of the year

(via alex-marshall-butler)

I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.

You can tell me “not all men.”
every woman knows that.

But when the weight of a single man
crushes her into the mattress
and extinguishes the light from her eyes,
there is no statistic
or trend
or clever saying
that can stop her from feeling the burn of his touch
in every man’s gaze.

So maybe, to you, it’s one man.
But for her, it is all.


do you ever get sad attacks and it drains you and you’re just left sitting there like wow this is so uncalled for rude

(via chasemeovertherainbow)

I would not take back a single second of
our time together and, as is more often than not, apart.
I would not trade your anxieties for the simplicity
of easy communication. I would not trade
our telephone minutes for miles crossed.
Give me the late night confessions, blurted out
in drawn-out breaths. Give me the miscommunications,
give me the misunderstandings, give me the heavy silences.
Every year I have spent chasing you, has been a year
spent growing and a year spent understanding what it means
to chase myself. So let me chase you around the telephone.
Let me chase you across the country. Let me chase you
around the kitchen table. Wanting you will always
feel a little bit like running in circles.
Darling, I spent my childhood spinning around
with my brother until neither of us could see straight;
I’ve always been comfortable dizzy.
I sit before flowers

hoping they will train me in the art 
of opening up.

I stand on mountain tops believing 
that avalanches will teach me to let go.

I know 

but I am here to learn.
Crocodiles are easy. They try to kill and eat you. People are harder. Sometimes they pretend to be your friend first.


you know your self-esteem sucks when a really cute guy shows interest in you and you think it’s some sort of sick joke

(Source: fistfulof4leafclovers, via handjob)




do action movies know they can have more than one female character

Someone should make an action movie with all girls except for one guy and have no explanation or mention of it in the movie and then pay all of the actors to act surprised like they’d never noticed when they get the inevitable storm of questions. 

This one male must have a shower scene, be saved by the protagonist at least once, and fall in love with a lead female.

(via kyotoflowers)