Prosencephalic Musings From My Encephalon

A product of my amusements and occasional musings.

The Archive: Australia, New Zealand, Korea, College Days, & High School

14. August 2014

(Source: palmares-politics, via honnhi)


Kenton Nelson, Absent, Watercolor
"The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it."

Beau Taplin (via herekitty)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever, via pirateeee)

"The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too."

Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women (via kushandwizdom)

Good Vibes HERE

(via words-of-emotion)

(via honnhi)


literally nothing feels better than being loved by someone who hates everyone

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"Good Morning"
“How was your day?”
“Be careful”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“Sweet dreams”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Good night”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“You’re beautiful”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”

You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.


Blocklava (via blocklava)

(via siriousasaheartattack)


brain necklace via etsy.
"The first sentence of the truth is always the hardest. Each of us had a first sentence, and most of us found the strength to say it out loud to someone who deserved to hear it. What we hoped, and what we found, was that the second sentence of the truth is always easier than the first, and the third sentence is even easier than that. Suddenly you are speaking the truth in paragraphs, in pages. The fear, the nervousness, is still there, but it is joined by a new confidence. All along, you’ve used the first sentence as a lock. But now you find that it’s the key."

David Levithan Two Boys Kissing (via sempiternale)

(via lunaeccentric)

8. July 2014

It was nighttime Sydney—dark, embezzled with light from street lamps and shop windows, under a cloudy, reflective sky—and despite the ended day, the city hummed life. 

While walking, I turned my head to see a magnificent arch holding a vast womb of golden light against the night of the city. It was the Central Train Station.

Off-center to the left stood a man in a black jacket and a woman in a trenchcoat embraced in a kiss, his hand against the small of her back as she tilted ever so slightly.

Against their melded silhouette, others scurried here and there to a beat unheard. Feet shuffling. Footsteps clicking. 

And the clock overlooking the junction ticked on.