I think in spirals. One question leads to another, and another and back to the start. I’ve got no answers to anything. I feel like ultimately, answers are irrelevant. It seems every time I find out what I’m dying to know, I only want to go back to wondering.
I’m just waiting for a time that will never come, and working towards an idea that is unattainable.
(Source: rackson)
I found this at work one day. I think it has your name on it.
“Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile!”
This is a good idea of what I spend a major amount of my internet time looking at.
(Source: aayla)
(via andmae)
Everything about this is right.
(via alicasanova)
