She Used To Gaze Up At The Stars

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-- Dylan Thomas

Maybe this one's overrated, but it's my favorite.

One time in 1st grade I forgot that 3-2=1, and after I turned it in with the wrong answer I realized what it was, and my teacher wouldn't let me go back and change it and I cried. That was literally the only time I ever cried about math, but I guess it counts

ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something 

Why are you watching your cellphone

when there are so many stars in the sky?

“You're the only person I've ever met who seems to have the faintest conception of what I mean when I say a thing.”

–Virginia Woolf

I saw The Lumineers the other day (my favorite band), and I can tell you that post-concert depression is real

this... this hit me

this whole movie hit me, and it's not even the first time I've watched it

Failure is not an option desktop wallpaper

Images taken from Visions of the Future

I love you:

The words I gave you

So you could tear me to pieces

Or hold onto me

I gave you my heart

So you could make it bleed

Or wrap your arms around me

I gave you my thoughts

So you could choose to destroy them

Or fill them

I gave you my life

So you could burn it

But you decided to save it

-- by me

I give running on a trail at 5:30 with absolutely no light 0 out of 5 stars, would not recommend

I brought you cookies, but my ulterior motive is that now I get to see you smile