Gabrielle, down on equator, 1994.

Dear God, the only thing I ask of you is to hold her when I'm not around, when I'm much too far away.


I would always ponder this as a young child.

We are on Earth, in the solar system, in a galaxy that is part of many many other galaxies in the ‘observable universe.’

What is the universe “in”?

Drove me nuts as a little kid and here I am, still, wondering.


*txts back 20 days later & picks up the conversation where we left off as if no time has passed and without an excuse*

Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly — they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.
Aldous HuxleyBrave New World (via feellng)

Gabrielle Muniz, vim até aqui depois de mais de dois anos pra dizer que eu não sei o que houve que nunca te esqueci. Você foi especial de uma forma tão fodástica, que nos meus sonhos ainda lembro de ti. Vou sentir eternas saudades. Mesmo você se afastando de mim. Mesmo nunca sabendo o porque de você fazer isso. Eu nunca vou esquecer tudo que você representa. Nunca vou te esquecer... (M. Mu.)

shit, entre em contato, carambolas :1 thats f’ing beautiful. 

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tumblr user more like tumblr loser am i right haha…I’m so sad


i’ve dated at least *counts on fingers* zero people

Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.
Jack Kerouac (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
Will I be something?
Am I something?

And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be.
Anis Mojgani  (via elauxe)
they say the suicide usually dies of a heart attack
before he ever reaches ground
that there is a moment of redemption in mid-air
that the jumper waves and shakes his body trying to stop
did you see stars when you landed?
were you burning when you fell?
From To The Boy Who Exploded, To The Boy Who Drowned, To The Boy Who Fell From Stars by Nicole Blackman (via hush-syrup)


if i was a ghost id help little kids with math and throw vases at mean people


Choosing to stay in one place your entire life sounds like absolute living hell.

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