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The Earth is Ours to Borrow

edating:

kinda weird that u can think about someone as much as u want and they have no idea

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drdawg:

themoonphase:

I think the biggest turn on is knowing you turned someone else on.

THIS

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You are imperfect, you are wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.
cabinporn:

Sod roof houses in Vik, Iceland. Photo by Gilles Baldet. The birdhouses are my favorite detail.
theatlantic:

This Is Big: Scientists Just Found Earth’s First-Cousin

Right now, 500 light years away from Earth, there’s a planet that looks a lot like our own. It is bathed in dim orangeish light, which at high noon is only as bright as the golden hour before sunset back home. 
NASA scientists are calling the planet Kepler-186f, and it’s unlike anything they’ve found. The big news: Kepler-186f is the closest relative to the Earth that researchers have discovered. 
It’s the first Earth-sized planet in the habitable zone of another star—the sweet spot between too-hot Mercury-like planets and too-cold Neptunes— and it is likely to give scientists their first real opportunity to seek life elsewhere in the universe. “It’s no longer in the realm of science fiction,” said Elisa Quintana, a researcher at the SETI Institute. 
But if there is indeed life on Kepler-186f, it may not look like what we have here. Given the redder wavelengths of light on the planet, vegetation there would sprout in hues of yellow and orange instead of green.
Read more. [Image: NASA Ames/SETI Institute/JPL-Caltech]
little-lark:

thesp00ky:

jobforawhatlord:

darrynek:

is this supposed to change my mind because it didn’t



IT IS NOT FUCKING JIF IF YOU TELL ME YOU PRONOUNCE IT THAT WAY I WILL LAUGH IN YOUR GODDAMN FACE BECAUSE GIF STANDS FOR “GRAPHICS INTERCHANGE FORMAT” NOT FUCKING “JRAPHICS INTERCHANGE FORMAT” 

Preach

sometimes I kiss people I shouldn’t kiss and let them unbutton my jeans sometimes I leave English class without asking and walk in angular circles until I can hear the blood rushing under my skin sometimes I run until I can’t breathe sometimes I sit in the rain sometimes I sleep for six hours in the middle of the day

sometimes I drive too fast and listen to my music so loud that it hurts sometimes I drink until everything goes black and I don’t remember talking about you all night (even though I do)

sometimes I cry about books and about people who died hundreds of years ago sometimes I don’t cry even though I want to more than anything sometimes I ignore the people I love sometimes hold myself to keep everything in because you are not here to do it

sometimes I think I’m alive sometimes I think I probably never will be

Out of your vulnerabilities will come your strength.

So I do love you and want to go back.
What does that say? That I am less? Or I am more?
I will never know what it means to be next to you or in the crowd of screams.
Or what it means to touch gold and then have it ripped away from me.