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time to close those eyes; goodnight.

time to close those eyes; goodnight.

she rode in on a chariot of gold.

she rode in on a chariot of gold.

young, wild & free; happy birthday @samccx !

young, wild & free; happy birthday @samccx !

2013; here I come !

2013; here I come !

(Source: icanread)


The dream bordered on the edge of nightmares, perched precariously on it’s toes. I was watched it from behind. Just a nervous face in the background. A powerless, silent onlooker. Helpless.

Any moment now, it seemed to whisper.

As I stood transfixed and uncertain, it turned itself to face me. All light and shadows and swirls. I knew it was coming. I felt it deep in my bones, in the bones of their bones. That turning point in the plot where something disastrous or glorious could occur. Where the purpose of a story’s life lies. And it was during that deciding moment; like the breath before speech or the knowing before death. 

I woke up. 
 

'Til it turns from color to black and white.

'Til it turns from color to black and white.

Don’t ever let someone tell you, that you can’t do something. Not even me. You got a dream, you got to protect it. People can’t do something themselves, they want to tell you you can’t do it. You want something, go get it. Period.

— Pursuit of Happiness

(Source: daphneemarie, via rukasaurus)


that feeling that you’re just a speck drifting in an empty space.
so heavy the thought, how cold the world seems.

silently floating alone.