Sometimes you go through things that seem huge at the time, like a mysterious glowing cloud devouring your entire community.
While they’re happening they feel like the only thing that matters, and you can hardly imagine that there’s a world out there that might have anything else going on. And then the Glow Cloud moves on. And you move on. And the event is behind you.
And you may find that, as time passes, you remember it less and less—or not at all, in my case.
And you are left with nothing but a powerful wonder at the fleeting nature of even the most important things in life, and the faint, but pretty, smell of vanilla.
I read this as a kid and it had a really significant effect on me and and it’s a big influence on my world view and I still think it’s the most beautiful and profound thing anyone’s ever said about beauty
16/100 Supernatural stills → 2x13 Houses of the Holy
Pardon me but I have spent the last year as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent.
Patrick Stump + blue.
Photo by Alexander Richter
I want to paint galaxies on your wings.
- For Macha, whose post inspired this (x) -
PATRICK LOOKS TO SEE IF PETE IS OKAY WITH IT BEFORE HE NODS MORE CONFIDENTLY I CAN’T BREATHE
Oh my god this looks like a hipster post but it’s just the king of hell