godlegos:

milkydayy:

i know everyones freaking out about yahoo buying tumblr but maybe just maybe its the beggining of something

it’s been less than one day and we’re already shipping it

yahoo has no idea what it’s just done

violentwavesofemotion:

I love you in a starless, moonless, completely dark place. I love you in a place where we are the mad ones and tend to mock the “sane” ones because they don’t make us much of an impression. I love you in some place of formless grace where beauty and ugliness coexist so rhythmically you can only focus on their flow and never on them separately. I think I love you in a place which is no place; rather a winter-scape so honest it attains automatically profound warmth yet still manages to remain crystal grey and beautifully solid. It is no place; it is rather a multitude of tears I so efficiently confuse with raindrops because at first I mistake them for transparently hopeful water pieces. But I know I love you only in a place which is dark, very dark — and transparencies or misconceptions have no place there.

r3troguy:

all around me are familiar faces
worn out places
worn out faces
bright and early for the daily races
going nowhere
going nowhere

violentwavesofemotion:

I love the natural warmth of some people. I love their discretion, their gentleness. Some people simply seize you from within; their inner space is uncommonly distinctive. Think about it: Mostly, you are going to be devastatingly alone. You will barely be able to carry around your thoughts let alone come to terms with the impossibility of sharing them with others. But in case you meet someone whose mind will attract you  — do not be afraid of opening up to them. If there is something glorious about the human race altogether, it is the ability to connect. We are most fearfully simply existing until we slowly and steadily develop the need to preserve our innocence and at the same time break some boundaries; Until we responsibly crawl outside of ourselves without losing ourselves and commit to some form of beautiful connection. Whatever happens, I always seem to need this kind of reassurance that I will maintain my self-sufficiency as well as open up enough, in order to connect. I need to be self-critical but I also need to remain soft; I need to keep my distances but I also need to show people more often that I actually do care. The best moments of clarity come to me when I am alone in bed drinking my black coffee and experiencing the very second at its fullest as well as genuinely embracing my current mood and its flow. I feel so purely honest with myself and consequently with all the rest of the world. And most of the time that alone is enough. The moment is whole; something is unbreakable. Something fits. But talk about an open landscape. Talk about intimacy. Talk about wordlessly wonderful communication and the unsurpassable sense of twoness, togetherness. It doesn’t have to revolve around romance; It might be utterly friend-rooted or not rooted at all. No definition might fit it but I still name it intimacy. And it is so strange and spectacularly profound.

violentwavesofemotion:

Soul-commitment: I’d only dare traverse that forbidden territory with a person whose strangeness would fly in and out of me. She would have a tongue of sea water & she would eloquently speak of fluid worlds. Her utterances would resemble celestial echoes; as soon as they’d come out of her mouth they would look like abstract lines of unreachable thought. Yes; she would be lyrical, windblown. The texture of her skin would bruise the sun. She would be a work of art in progress, still profoundly programed to remain unfinished and I would have ended up with series of shadows in the brain from beating my head on what is clearly transparent. Loving her would take me beyond love. Obviously. Catastrophically. Funny how…clearly.

Keira Knightley on the set of Pride & Prejudice (2005).