Gingers Say MEOWWWWWW

neiture:

Jewel of Oregon | image by Ben Canales

skyscraper:

city of bridges (by emily kendall)

woodendreams:

(by Marc Shandro)

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Pablo Neruda

black-wolves:

Aurora Storm (by Greg Hensel)

(via bearcca)

How do you know?

If someone talks to everyone else the same way they talk to you, no matter how well they know each other, then how do you know you’re not the same as everyone else? You don’t know.

I’ve stopped believing. Not in some depressed I’m-gonna-cry-during-my-toast way. Not in a way I even noticed until tonight. It’s just, everyday I think I believe a little less and a little less and a little less and that… sucks.

How I Met Your Mother

neiture:

Dense knots of dust in otherwise normal galaxies dim the light of a dark gamma-ray burst. The dust absorbs most or all of a burst’s visible light but not higher-energy X-rays and gamma rays. Credit NASA/Swift/Aurore Simonnet

So cool!

(via ecocides)

“I can no longer be afraid of the dark, for I have seen the stars” Sleep well darling.. <3

(via 0nebreath-deactivated20111010-d)

And I’d give up forever to touch you~

Iris