May 2012
monjimonji:
ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
rubywhiterabbit:
My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
Guys…
The artist drew Pluto crying.
“Escrevi um pedido
E atirei no mar
Que a semana passe rápido
Mas a vida...”
– (via c-e-u)
me: this is a bad idea and will only make me sad
me: okay let's do it
That moment when you really want to be friends... →
wowfunniestposts:
BUT YOU’RE TOO DAMN SOCIALLY AWKWARD.
