“I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”
-Haruki Murakami
Arp 273 is a pair of interacting galaxies, lying 300 million light years away in the constellation Andromeda. The larger of the spiral galaxies, known as UGC1810, is about five times more massive than the smaller galaxy.
Image credit: NASA/ESA & Hubble
Picture this: It's a rainy day. You're sat in a quaint quiet cafe filled with oddities and knick knacks, and large bay windows that look out onto a cobbled street of a small European city. You watch people run about, doing their errands, darting in and out of shops, with their umbrellas bobbing up and down in their haste. The sweet foamy coffee you're sipping on from a vintage porcelain cup warms your insides. There is an innate sense of calm and tranquility as you sit there watching the world exist, and for a brief moment, time simply stops.
my problem is that i cannot stop reading a book i don’t like without feeling guilty about it.
either i’m not interested in the story or the writing is bad, i cannot put the book down because then i’m a failure who doesn’t actually like to read, just pretends she does.
this is exactly why i stopped reading at all for years and i don’t want that to happen again but i cannot put this book down because i need to finish it, it was expensive and i’m just wasting money if i don’t finish it.
Name moodboard for Diana Requested by @d14n4ol
I’m having a hard time accepting death as I remain alive. I watch my loved ones go but where does my love for them go? I feel it leaving me trying to nest in undeserving places. These other people don’t know what to do with it. I feel it trying to return back to me but I cannot keep it, it does not belong to me. It belongs with them, the ones who are already gone. So I let it get swallowed up by the earth, bits of me I will never get back. I am only a fraction, I carry a hidden life by the side of my life.
Dara Karadag
If you show me something you've not shown anyone else, tell me secrets you've not told anyone else and take me to places you've not taken anyone else to, best believe I'm going to publish a novel about how beautiful you are.
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“I can say with certainty that it all started on June 2, 2003. I woke up that day from a very vivid dream. In my dream, two people were having an intense conversation in a meadow in the woods.” - Stephenie Meyer
20 years of Twilight 🩸
“Os seus amigos mais queridos são personagens de livros.”
— Trono de Vidro: Herdeira do Fogo - Sarah J. Maas
if nobody got me i know rue and jules .. Lol nevermind
avril lavigne photographed by danielle levitt, 2002 🤘🏼🖤