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Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.
- I wish someone had told me this when I was hurting, y.g.  (via realdwntomars)
18 hours ago on August 31st, 2014 | J | 103,574 notes

catsbeaversandducks:

By ©WHY MY CAT IS SAD

19 hours ago on August 31st, 2014 | J | 64,633 notes

edwardspoonhands:

the-art-of-fangirling:

The Lizzie Bennet Diaries + text posts

perf

1 day ago on August 31st, 2014 | J | 9,371 notes

When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

-

Ann Druyan  (via girlwithdeathmask)

This is beautiful and made my night

(via disordered)

1 day ago on August 31st, 2014 | J | 9,294 notes

lalondes:

it’s not bad or selfish or wrong to desire attention and love when you are feeling ill and upset. sometimes, you need other people to keep you afloat. that’s okay. you are not a burden. being needy is not a bad thing. you deserve to be cared for. it’s okay to ask for help.

1 day ago on August 31st, 2014 | J | 62,481 notes

danica-joshifer:

sawsan-ff:

gvacamolly:

petitbear:

skittleoakley:

Daughter tells her Dad he’s going to be a Grandpa [x]

When he says “really” ;’)

Never leave this un-reblogged

my heart is not okay.. I’m about to cry

I cried already.

1 day ago on August 31st, 2014 | J | 948,776 notes
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
- Laurell K. Hamilton
A Stroke of Midnight (via drythroats)
1 day ago on August 31st, 2014 | J | 27,788 notes
jevoisqueundieuexiste:

Believe me, that’s true 🙌

jevoisqueundieuexiste:

Believe me, that’s true 🙌

1 day ago on August 30th, 2014 | J | 325 notes
basednomura:

Here, have a dancing snoop dogg to your blog.

basednomura:

Here, have a dancing snoop dogg to your blog.

1 day ago on August 30th, 2014 | J | 147 notes

light-blue-smurf:

People Art Gallery

Exciting Photo Illusions

1 day ago on August 30th, 2014 | J | 166,107 notes