moons and monsters ⚓

troubled: cup (by sizima)

Sun, 28 Aug 2011 04:33:26 -0400

troubled:

cup (by sizima)

vastergarden: (by bex finch)

Sat, 13 Aug 2011 18:06:06 -0400

vastergarden:

(by bex finch)

"It kills me not to know this but I’ve all but just forgotten what the color of her eyes were and her..."

Sun, 17 Jul 2011 10:17:37 -0400

“It kills me not to know this but I’ve all but just forgotten what the color of her eyes were and her scars or how she got them. As the telling signs of age rain down, a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten. There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place and there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds. Seldom do these words ring true when I’m constantly failing you. Walls that we just can’t break through, until we disappear. So tell me now, if this ain’t love then how do we get out? Because I don’t know.”

- Savior, Rise Against (via atomos)

acteurs: Palermo (by VITOR R P L)

Fri, 08 Jul 2011 21:40:43 -0400

acteurs:

Palermo (by VITOR R P L)

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Fri, 08 Jul 2011 21:39:45 -0400

"Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the..."

Fri, 08 Jul 2011 21:39:00 -0400

“Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me.”

- Stephen Fry (Moab Is My Washpot)

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Thu, 07 Jul 2011 14:56:02 -0400

"You were and are the perfect Harry, and will be forever."

Thu, 07 Jul 2011 14:55:36 -0400

“You were and are the perfect Harry, and will be forever.”

- Emma watson (Directed to Daniel Radcliffe)

deerlights: (by LucyCheung)

Tue, 05 Jul 2011 07:32:40 -0400

deerlights:

(by LucyCheung)

americium: B67139_9 (by lawa)

Tue, 05 Jul 2011 05:09:59 -0400

americium:

B67139_9 (by lawa)

"It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare..."

Tue, 05 Jul 2011 05:08:41 -0400

“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!” It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”

- Oriah Mountain Dreamer (via aeloquence)

"I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong."

Sun, 03 Jul 2011 15:22:36 -0400

“I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong.”

- Lemony Snicket (via kari-shma)

mrchoc: efflorescence—: untitled by bee_xlaura on Flickr.

Sun, 03 Jul 2011 15:17:30 -0400

mrchoc:

efflorescence—:

untitled by bee_xlaura on Flickr.

elbows: quietly turbulent (by Viva Deva)

Sun, 03 Jul 2011 12:35:18 -0400

elbows:

quietly turbulent (by Viva Deva)

if you like glee

Sun, 03 Jul 2011 12:34:00 -0400

if you like glee

"No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning."

Mon, 27 Jun 2011 14:48:38 -0400

“No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning.”

- Zbigniew Herbert (via vulgivagus)

psydae: (by rakuyn)

Mon, 27 Jun 2011 14:45:36 -0400

psydae:

(by rakuyn)

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Mon, 27 Jun 2011 14:43:31 -0400

"The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because..."

Mon, 27 Jun 2011 13:49:36 -0400

“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.”

- Stephen King (via veritebrulures-)

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Mon, 27 Jun 2011 08:34:24 -0400