And When Hozier Said, “my Life Was A Storm Since I Was Born, How Could I Fear Any Hurricane?”

El looking for her supersuit, Mike freaking out about his dinner plans.

“NO, YOU CAN’T GO FIGHT AN INTERDIMENSIONAL MONSTER RIGHT NOW, I MADE POT ROAST!!!!! AND EgGoS!!!”

Which person In your OTP is looking for their super suit, and who’s worried about their dinner date?

I could write about you, but you don’t deserve to live forever.

just like i don’t deserve you (via letters-from-alex)

lover of the light

Sun to Me, Zach Bryan // Kissing God Goodbye, June Jordan // Sunlight, Hozier // The Annunciation, Fra Angelico, tumblr user peternureyev // Like the Dawn, the Oh Hellos // The Apparition, James Tissot

Be a little kinder than you have to.

E. Lockhart, We Were Liars (via the-book-diaries)

Había aprendido que si escuchabas intensa y largamente, muchas personas te dirían más de lo que ellas pensaban que sabían.

El ladrón del tiempo, Terry Pratchett. (via date-prisa-estamos-leyendo)

There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation

Kate Chopin, The Awakening (via the-book-diaries)

I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.

Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via the-book-diaries)

me walking into the animal shelter: hi id like the stupidest cat you have

walburga: you’re not good enough for my son

remus: you’re not good enough for your son

walburga: excuse me?

remus: you heard me.