Good morning!

And then the third night was after we broke up, which was worth a million matches but instead just took all I had. That night it felt that somehow by flickering them off the roof, the matches would burn down everything, the sparks from the tips of the flames torching the world and all the heartbroken people in it. Up in smoke I wanted everything, up in smoke I wanted you, although in a movie that wouldn’t work, even, too many effects, too showy for how tiny and bad I felt. Cut that fire from the film, no matter how much I watch it in dailies. But I want it anyway, Ed, I want what can’t possibly happen, and that is why we broke up.

—Why We Broke Up, Daniel Handler

When things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It’s because a little piece gets lost — the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.

—Will Grayson, Will Grayson, John Green & David Levithan

I feel like my life is so scattered right now. Like it’s all these small pieces of paper and someone’s turned on the fan. But talking to you makes me feel like the fan’s been turned off for a little bit. Like things could actually make sense. You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that so much.

—Will Grayson, Will Grayson, John Green & David Levithan

krishykitsch:

Reblogged from Kat Michelle:

This is applicable to digital point and shoot cameras with a retractable lens (so that the fisheye lens can be attached to the camera).

Aside from the camera, you’ll also need the following:

Some strips of aluminum foam (or similar…

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reasounal:

Have you been sleeping well? Have you been eating well? Will you have plans this weekend? Have you spoken about me? Have you secretly missed me? Have you wished me dead? Or perhaps I have not even inched into your mind at all?

I wonder if you have sleepless nights, interrupted by…

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