Pale Blue Dot

This is definitely not a google drive full of the sleep stuff from the Headspace app, including sleepcasts, music, and wind down meditation, that normally costs 17.99 a month, no siree and you definitely shouldnt share this with people

soukoku's story in art and poetry: chuuya exhibition

— on anger and emotions

dedicated to @vminiesvsoulmates + he helped me with some quotes <3

jeanette winterson // catherine gildiner - good morning, monster // ashe vernon - not a girl // unknown // cover art from war of the foxes, by richard siken // melanie martinez - alphabet boy // lora mathis - leave me alone to do it // shane mccrae - the pillar was a man he had been stretched so long and thin // melanie martinez - cake // nicole rifkin // maggie stiefvater - blue lily, lily blue // unknown // unknown // joy harjo - an american sunrise // nakahara chuuya - for the soiled sorrow

me personally? i die every night and come back wrong every morning but no one notices because i've been doing that for a long time so it's just kinda par for the course

I was today years old when I learned that when you type “otp: true” in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship

this website lets you listen to the sounds of all different forests around the world 

My favorite Carl Sagan quote

“Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.”

They should invent a way to send anon hate to your dad

does anyone else have "I can't forgive you, but I trust you" living in their heads rent free or is that just me

Just thinking about Will, in this exact moment, hearing and feeling Hannibal's heart pounding and finally knowing the answer to his question, "Is he in love with me?"—that raw certainty hitting him firsthand. Like damn.