Head in the clouds but my gravity centered.
Head in the clouds but my gravity centered.
Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
— Susan Ertz (via likeafieldmouse)





Puffy patterns of mammatus clouds
Out of all the cloud types, only one kind derives from the Latin term for “udder”: Mammatus clouds. And when you see them, this meteorological name makes a whole lot of sense. They billow downwards in a pattern of distinctive lumpiness that peg them as fascinating subjects to photograph. Keep tuned in to weather reports for thunderstorms, because these puffy clouds usually indicate intense storms to come and you might find a rare opportunity to capture them.Photos from Stormlover87, Jon Wisniewski, finepixtrix, Rodtas, and Alexander Photography.
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that’s some totoro level shit right there
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Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.
— Chelsea Fagan, How We Let People Go (via 33113)
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Emma Watson for GQ Magazine (May 2013)
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In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.
— Isaac Marion (via likeafieldmouse)