HIATUS. Don’t know for how long. Maybe a few months. Maybe longer. (:

PermalinkI felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?
quoted from Jonathan Safran Foer (via heoro)

(via heoro-deactivated20120121)

PermalinkStrange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.
quoted from Lemony Snicket (The Beatrice Letters)
a read in the park (by *Cinnamon)

Snow on old Roofs (by Tobi_2008)

at the speed of two (by Fabio Giannelli)

goodbyeHI (by SARAΗ LEE)

I wonder if Santa ever gets bored of this view (by Zeb Andrews)
PermalinkBecause with Charlie, nothing was ever easy. Everything was windswept and octagonal and finger-combed. Everything was difficult and odd, and the theme songs all had minor chords.
quoted from A.S. King (Please Ignore Vera Dietz)
street performer (by juliusfrumble)