I spent the rest of the day in someone else’s story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs.

Amy Plum, Die for Me (via observando)

(Source: fssbnder, via evolutional)

The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.

Jess C. Scott, The Darker Side of Life (via observando)


Mit Senoj

1. Miss Asilidae

2. Frog


She never managed to find herself in these books no matter how hard she tried, exhuming traits from between the pages and donning them for an hour, a day, a week. We think in some ways, we have all done this our whole lives, searching for the book that will give us the keys to ourselves, let us into a wholly formed personality as though it were a furnished room to let. As though we could walk in and look around and say to the gray-haired landlady behind us, ‘We’ll take it.’

Eleanor Brown, The Weird Sisters (via observando)

I met my wife at a Star Trek convention. She was study abroad from France and spoke little English, and I didn’t know a lick of French. So, for the first few months of our relationship, we communicated by speaking Klingon.

Hear more tales of nerdery in this week’s Pwn Up! (via dorkly)

Okay I’m not even a Star Trek fan but that’s beautiful.

(via tchy)

(via smut-slutt)


Jimmy reads some #AwkwardBreakup tweets. 

(via eltiempo-esrelativo)

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me. Now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause.

Vincent Van Gogh (via pieridaes)

(via c-igharettes)