I’ve been thinking about something lately.

Imagine this:

You’re on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They’re a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. “Flight attendants take your seats now”, you hear, the pilot’s voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you’ve just been hit with a football. That’s what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.

Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you’re remarkably fixed on one vision – your parents. They’re sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that’s that.

Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down – hell, even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall – you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you’ve just been granted life in overtime.

Here’s the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven’t spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can’t you be bothered with anymore? What’s the new you like?

Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?

John Mayer  (via the-other-side-of-alice)

July 15, 2014     5,229 notes

Please stay forever with me.

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July 15, 2014     382 notes

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.

July 15, 2014     951 notes

This is Jorah, my fierce bear, the right arm that never failed me. I would be dead without him, but…  ”I can’t forgive you,” she said. “I can’t.”

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July 15, 2014     4,977 notes

oliver/felicity appreciation week | day seven: free choice (AU: oliver and felicity share their first dance)

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July 15, 2014     951 notes

GoT s4 challenge - favourite relationship

↳ Sansa and Tyrion

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July 15, 2014     2,930 notes

People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world.

Kim Culbertson, The Liberation of Max McTrue (via florels)

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July 15, 2014     91,157 notes

Dan and Blair were from completely opposite worlds, but are so similar in many ways. They both share the same passion for art, film and literature. The dialogue between the two is such magic to watch, it could not have been replicated by two other characters on the show to the same effect. It was as if they belonged on a different show, because their storyline was vastly superior to everyone else’s dull drama. [x]

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July 14, 2014     492 notes

TVD meme[3/9] Relationships
∟ “So what’s the point of this again? The point is I’m pissed at Caroline and Bonnie dumped your ass. The point is to get drunk and shoot stuff. Profound.”

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July 14, 2014     201 notes

I hate math. It’s pointless.

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July 14, 2014     796 notes
sweet theme, bro.