back when we were still dating and silly in love and decided to take pictures in a canoe. gosh darn it, my husband is beautiful.
simultaneously trying to find and make a way. taking influence from everything in the world around me. trinidadian. bahamian. psychology and political science major at usc. sc, usa. stephanie. 19. follow!
My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what you are thinking. Think.
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via l-oo)
This is why I want black hair sometimes, then i remember I’m ugly
SO I JUST GOT A SHOT OF A RAINBOW AND LIGHTNING IN THE SAME PICTURE????!
yooo this looks dope on your blog
it really does
It’s like addicting to watch.
this gives me tingles in my tummy
I need this
y must the one on the right look like Harry styles
— Eivør Pállsdóttir (via rauchwolken)
when I call someone perfect, it doesn’t mean I think they have no flaws, it doesn’t mean I think they’re the most attractive person on the planet, it doesn’t mean I think they’ve never made any mistakes. when I call someone perfect, it means I love them wholly and entirely despite anything and everything, and that, to me, is perfect.
The gaping flame-filled crater has been this way since 1971, when Soviet geologists tapped into a cavern of natural gas and decided to burn it off so it wouldn’t poison anyone. They thought it would take a few days. Four decades later, locals refer to this pit as the Door to Hell.
— Jennifer Donnelly, A Northern Light (via rauchwolken)