Leads me into darkness

Ko Pha Ngan | Thailand (by Tim Willcox)

internally: *the tunnel scene from willy wonka*

But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson and that he saved me, in every way that a person can be saved. I don’t even have a picture of him. He exists now only in my memory. Titanic (1997) dir. James Cameron

I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.

Your first family is your blood family and you always be true to that, that means something…

me: i can’t read suddenly. i don’t know,

Stromscapes by Mike Olbinski 

“Do you really think all this is an accident – that we, a group of strangers survived, many of us with just superficial injuries? Do you think we crashed on this place by coincidence – especially, this place? We were brought here for a purpose, for a reason, all of us. Each one of us was brought here for a reason.”

“ I Spent 4 Years Capturing The Beauty Of Budapest When It’s Covered By Fog”

Chris Evans in Puncture