morning is a slow carve
into the side. it’s digging
for a key, rummaging for
the battery, wet fingers
through your guts.

if you can’t
zip yourself up,
show it
how to work

Since day one, I was drawn to you.

Like a mosquito yearns for blood, I craved you in every way possible.

How I longed for you to open up, to let me in. I would’ve loved every shattered piece she left your fragile heart in.

But I was a fool.

To believe I could take her place, no matter how hard I tried.

To believe your broken heart could be in sync with an irregular beat like mine.

— 1:15am, 82714. (via marymahayag)

I’ve just returned from a trip to Paris. I couldn’t help but admire all the beautiful signage, typography and architecture scattered throughout the city. And so I’ve compiled some of my favourite findings.

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Only a sheet of ice protects you from falling 1000 feet down this Abyss

Photographer Aaron Huey, who is on assignment for National Geographic, recently shared a picture of a frighteningly deep hole on the Lower Ruth Glacier. The only thing stopping people from plummeting down the 1000 feet drop into the ground is a sheet of ice. One crack, though.

Huey wrote:

Staring down what could be a 1,000ft deep worm hole through the blue ice of the Lower #RuthGlacier. I was never afraid of the ones full of water, they’d just be cold, but some had no water and it was easy to imagine a long slide to an icy death. #yikes (on assignment for @natgeo in #DenaliNationalPark)


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“Do not look at yourself with disgust, you are a gift to this earth. You are beautiful, you are a light, an energy, an essence. You are nature herself.”
— Heidi Pickett (via 2014harry)

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“I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.”
— Unknown   (via corazonvolatil)

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Ever want to binge watch the Marvel Cinematic Universe but want to do it in chronological order? Here you go:

Captain America: The First Avenger
Agent Carter - Marvel One-Shot
Iron Man
Iron Man 2
The Incredible Hulk
The Consultant - Marvel…


"Watching TV"

Watching you while you sleep, letting you bask in its glow
Filling your dreams with the fuel that you need to help you grow
The TV’s warm light shall protect you till dawn,
Occupying your mind, until that morning’s first yawn.

It’s the only one that’s been there, when you are alone
You’d have nothing and nobody to love if your favourite shows weren’t shown.
It’s watchful eye stares back at you, making sure that you’re alright
So that your TV can be sure, that you’ll come back the next night.

Originally Posted 11/13/2012

(Thank you to The Amazing Fatma, for giffing this for me!)

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“He said that
We can
Still be friends.
But I think
He meant that
We can
Be the kind of
Strangers that share
Silent memories and
A passing smile
Every once in a while.”
— M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

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I’m not going to be the one
waiting for you at the altar
but I will be the one
who surprises you in your thoughts
when you’re sitting in a boring cubicle
ten years from now.
You’ll think of my dresses
and my worn out boots I wear too often
and ask yourself,
Dammit, why do I still think of her?

We never had a boring moment,
even when we didn’t know what to do
on a Saturday spring afternoon
when you didn’t want to finish papers
and I didn’t want to write my stories.
So we just laid on your wooden floors
and listened to the conversations your neighbors had
and the footsteps of your roommates.

I won’t be the one who shows up
in your bed ten years from now
with apple cinnamon oatmeal
because like I once said,
I hate that shit.

But I will be the face you see
at night when she’s leaving kisses on your neck
and all you can think about
are my lips,
my thighs on top of yours,
and my touch
you can still feel down your spine.
I promise you that you’ll still
crave the peppermint taste that lingers
after the many pieces of gum I liked to chew.

I will not be the mother of your children
nor will I be the one that gets to meet your parents
but hell I will be the one you’ll still think about.

I bet you’re going to wonder who’s met my crazy mother
and whose name comes out of my mouth
on some nights.

A Story A Day #211 by M.D.L

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