One day at a time.

I love you, I love you, I love you. I can’t say it enough. Saying it doesn’t feel like enough. “Love” doesn’t satisfy what emotion has swept over me. At first, I thought it was a feeling I had long forgotten, a feeling that required a certain level of naivety to experience. But this is different. More mature, evolved. Rational, yet foolish. Insane, yet sound. It’s like receiving a gift you’ve lived your whole life without, but now that it’s yours, you can’t imagine how you ever survived without it.

I can’t get close enough to you. When I hold you close I want to pass through your skin like some sort of apparition and merge with your bones and muscles. I want to be completely immersed in everything that is you. I love you, I love you, I love you.

fuckyeahmolecularbiology:

Wide-field multi-photon fluorescence image of a rat hippocampus stained to reveal the distribution of glia (cyan), neurofilaments (green) and cell nuclei (yellow).

Image Source: the Whole Brain Catalogue.

garnier opera, paris, by david laventi

(Source: andrewharlow)

jesseharding:

Everyone needs a space of their own. A space for the mind to wander and the heart to dream.

(via mandypantsdance)

She cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain, cracking crème brûlée with a teaspoon, and skipping stones at St. Martin’s Canal.

Le fabuleux destin d’Amelie Poulain (2001)

(via navarrra)

supersonicelectronic:

Cara Thayer & Louie van Patten.

nirvanajunkie:

Lithium lyrics written by Kurt Cobain

(Source: hollow-anchors)

Fight Club (via mandypantsdance)