1. Breathtaking views show the stars, Milky Way, airglow, and light pollution over New Zealand skies.

    "Here are images I captured during last months from New Zealand. Great country to catch colors of airglow almost everywhere…" - Petr Horálek

    (Source: afro-dominicano, via mymindstheweapon91)

  2. minnepixel:

    Post storm sunset over downtown Minneapolis

    (via stuffaboutminneapolis)

  4. jadoremeliss:

    I couldn’t stop smiling.

    (via preppystateofmind)


  5. "Even if we’re married for 23 years,
    I still want you to flirt with me."
    — A novel written by me. (via princessariel2323)

    (via preppystateofmind)

  8. Vincent Van Gogh and yellow

    (Source: jolieing, via southboundd)


  9. "

    There is an under-representation of our stories, just as there is an under-representation of us in politics and in business and everywhere. That’s what feminism is [to me] right now - the recognition that we are still not equal.

    I absolutely love guys. I love hanging out around them - well, not all of them, some of them are dickheads - but you know, the ones that I love, I love.

    But you have to recognize that the playing field isn’t even yet, and it does have to be even. And you can still like clothes.

    — Keira Knightley to ELLEUK’s July 2014 issue (via keiraquotes)

    (via somethingrussian)


  10. The days I think it could kill me.

    I am so scared of days like today when laying down feels scary and hard and like the worst thing ever in the world.

    I am scared of the fact that I feel too weak and like I won’t be to kill this before it kills me and sometimes I just want it to let it take over, cede power to it, and take the back seat to life because that’s what I feel like I’m doing anyway honestly.  

    I don’t know if strength is pushing through or sitting back and I don’t know when weakness is saying no or saying yes.  I can’t tell, I’m just slowly suffocating and yet, not, because the little “you should do this” is now being told I shouldn’t let this kill me and when that’s the only thing that’s tethering me to this world I find no joy, no happiness, no calming peace, or ray of sunshine and I hate that.  


  11. "I am terrified by this dark thing
    that sleeps in me;
    all day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity."
    — Sylvia Plath (via drunkblogging)

    (Source: splitterherzen, via urbancatfitters)


  13. Recovery I Guess.

    Remember when my thighs didn’t jiggle

    and my tummy didn’t wiggle?

    Remember when my arms could fit in the palms of my hands?

    Remember when my face was slim and alert

    and my eyes bright

    or dead.

    Remember when my legs were narrow and didn’t touch?

    Remember when I was hard

    and not soft.

    I was wood

    and not cotton.

    Remember when my willpower was strong and my self-indulgence weak?

    Remember when I could say no to calories

    and yes to more exercise?

    Remember when I could cry and double over without

    a roll

    or a pinch

    and it would just melt?

    I remember.

    And I miss it.

    I am supposed to like my body now

    but I am also supposed to want to change it.

    And I can’t not give into that.

    I don’t want to

    I want to

    And so I sleep

    Or I eat 

    Because those are ok right?

    Or I exercise.

    But no more than expected.

    Definitely not less.

    But Lord. 

    Not less.

    Not more.

    Or the breathing gets shorter

    The thoughts get on one track

    and I am


    Down the rabbit hole

    And I loved it there when it worked.

    And now it doesn’t.

    It’s a reminder of what I can’t do anymore.

    And wish I could.

    Wish I could be.

    Even though I shouldn’t.

  14. (Source: asthetiques, via hwy-1)

  15. (Source: R2--D2, via brokenboness)