My name is Stefanie and I live in Tasmania, it's the island state of Australia. I love reading, writing, music and art. I happen to watch a lot of Supernatural. I post things I like, so, that's all there is to it.
These guys, who dress up as popular comic book heroes and such, went to visit this little four year-old boy when he was dying from cancer. And at his funeral, they took off their masks while they carried his coffin, so to honor him.
Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.
By F. Scott Fitzgerald, A New Leaf (via larmoyante)
Oh, Well imagine, As I’m pacing the aisles in a small corner store, And I can’t help but to hear, No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words: “What a beautiful melon! What a beautiful melon!” says a patron to a stocker. “And yes, but what a shame, what a shame we’re not getting in any more.”
The car bumped along a dusty, outback round. The heat felt as though I was being smothered in a hot, damp towel. I didn’t mind. I had never been somewhere that was so beautiful and yet so desolate. I had travelled alone, I felt liberated. The man next to me, David, I…