Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire, through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought, and a whole, terrible, wonderful universe of impossibilities. 
You see these eyes? They're old eyes...
Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire, through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought, and a whole, terrible, wonderful universe of impossibilities.
You see these eyes? They're old eyes...

(Source: 62mockingbirds)

tastefullyoffensive:

Synchronized waking up. [x]

mouzeron:

what a nice garden

(Source: icing)

donutsornonuts:

We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldn’t stay alive.