my three favorite things are the oxford comma, irony, and missed opportunities
i weaved stars into her hair, filled her mind with constellations, and took her on an adventure across the universe. we were wild and young. we had nothing but time in our hands. but time passes and the wild can be tamed and youth fades. i ran across the stars, across the nebula, into blackholes, and she stayed in the same place. she settled for her galaxy and i’m still looking for my universe.
moodboards: la vie en rose
and when you speak, angels sing from above
everyday words seem to turn into love songs
c.j.n. (via panamaweddings)
You may have spilled the gasoline, but it was I who struck a match.
the little mermaid » dir. ron clements, john musker
“my dear, sweet child. that’s what i do. it’s what i live for, to help unfortunate merfolk, like yourself, poor souls with no one else to turn to.”
Virginia Woolf
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(via persaephonie)
Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone.