StargazingAlice

“Somewhere between wanting to keep the tears of you running through my veins, and wanting the silence only you can speak to me out of my head.”

He’s a great man.“ "Yea… He’s also a good one.

Imagine dragons sleeping the same way giraffes do

Yessss! I wanna draw sleeping dragons tooo

Or maybe they sleep on trees

maybe they sleep like bats

The sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. Idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing they are doing in their life.

Have you ever wondered where books come from?

Reblogging myself because

Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?

Insomniacs know better than anyone how it would be to haunt a house.

here for mentally ill people who don’t want to go to college 

Sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor.

All den Frust, all die Hektik vergisst man wenn sich unsere Lippen berühren.

But laugh?“ He pressed the flat of his hand against my stomach. “Here lives laugh.” He ran his finger straight up to my mouth and spread his fingers. “Push back laugh is not good. Not healthy.” “Also cry?” I asked. I traced an imaginary tear down my cheek with one finger. “Also cry.” He put his hand on his own belly. “Ha ha ha,” he said, pressing his hand to show me the motion of his stomach. Then his expression changed to sad. “Huh huh huh,” he heaved with exaggerated sobs, pressing his stomach again. “Same place. Not healthy to push down.