Take Me Away From All That's Making Sane. I Want New Feelings, To Act Like Indiana Jones And Search For

i wish

and if you felt the need of all the beautiful things in the world.

a full collection inside your mind

would you let go of all you own

to fully belong to ideas?

because neon never gets old.

Those smooth, spit-cleaned cheeks gave no indication of the dreams crowding her skull. Should she make it to adulthood, the girl would arrive with two hundred and six bones. Two and a half million sweat glands. Ninety-six thousand kilometers of blood vessels. Forty-six chromosomes. Seven meters of small intestines. Six hundred and six discrete muscles. One hundred billion cerebral neurons. Two kidneys. A liver. A heart. A hundred trillion cells that died and were replaced, again and again. But no matter how many ways she dismembered and quantified the body lying beside her, she couldn’t say how many years the girl would wait before she married, if at all, or how many children she would have, if any; and between the creation of this body and its end lay the mystery the girl would spend her life solving.

-Anthony Marra

You: So do you have a preference for men or women?

Me: *gazing deeply into the distance* I have a preference for justice

i accidentaly deleted the photoshop file with the coloring of this drawing & only have this low res completely butchered png lol but here have it anyways. i don’t have the strenght to color it anew :’)

Don’t repost (reblog ok). Don’t pin to pinterest, don’t post to wattpad/twitter/instagram/facebook or anywhere else.

sometimes i like to imagine i'm some side character of a random fantasy story, with short white hair and all the courage and cleverness i lack.

it's nice, it only hurts when that fantasy needs to give room to the real deal. but it's better than being always in this reality, constantly afraid.

i'm currently the saddest i've ever been, haven't said a word to other people since yesterday, and oddly enough the TMA episode about the lonely domain (MAG 168: Quiet) is the first thing in a week that is making me breathe a little better.

This doesn't mean I lost my dream It's just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean

tøp, heavydirtysoul

Let me see you.

Find you in the midst of chaos that torments your eyes.

Let me find out what makes you full of wonder.

Just... let me in.