This is my tupperware,



I have another blog where I fangirl lots and pretend like everything is sunshine and rainbows all the time because my friends know about it.

I put the leftovers here.


A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.
― Antoine de Saint-Exupery (via mycolorbook)
9:11 am  •  19 June 2013  •  5,440 notes
arpeggia: Minor White - Movement Studies Number 56, 1949
Winslow Homer - Cannon Rock, 1895. Oil on canvas 
yosb: ❝ G A T S B Y turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men. → Susan Bin
zeroing: Nina Leen
headless-horse: Noé Sendas, Desconocidas Nº2, 2012 [1940]
fleurdulys: The Wedding Dress - Frederick William Elwell 1911
I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.
― Haruki Murakami (via bertoluccis)

(Source: scienceinprogress)

4:57 am  •  18 June 2013  •  313 notes