For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.

n.t. (via astrasperas)

(via cwargo)


Monday, July 28 with 470,799 notes

intrauterine:

"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."

(Source: thissickwonderland, via joshpeck)

Sunday, July 27 with 108,476 notes