per audacia ad astra



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"And I said
to my spirit,
'When we become the
enfolders of those orbs,
and the pleasure
and knowledge of
everything in them,
shall we be fill’d
and satisfied then?'
And my spirit said,
'No, we but level
that lift to pass
and continue beyond.'"
-- Walt Whitman


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11:55 pm, reblogged from Moderately Blue by boldly-toward-the-stars5,753 notes

(Source: gayconfucius)

11:54 pm, reblogged from stay by boldly-toward-the-stars3,647 notes

I don’t think people love me.
They love versions of me I
have spun for them, versions
of me they have construed
in their minds.

The easy versions of me,
the easy parts of me to love.

(via bllackbruise)

(Source: psych-facts)


11:54 pm, reblogged from the unknown by boldly-toward-the-stars15,058 notes

11:54 pm, reblogged from stay by boldly-toward-the-stars279,689 notes

11:20 pm, reblogged from Unloveable by boldly-toward-the-stars885 notes

(Source: hasty)

10:39 pm, reblogged from stay by boldly-toward-the-stars1,321 notes

Just because two people are capable of deeply hurting each other over and over again does not make them passionate, star-crossed lovers. It makes them two people who keep doing terrible things to each other. Someone’s ability to make you completely and utterly soul-crushingly miserable does not mean they are a soul mate with some deep insight into your psyche. They are just someone who is really good at making you unhappy.

Andrea Greb, You Are Not Blair Waldorf 

10:39 pm, reblogged from Neurolove.me by boldly-toward-the-stars4,206 notes

Hiding your hurt only intensifies it. Problems grow in the dark and only become bigger and bigger. But when exposed to the light of truth, they shrink. You are only as sick as your secrets. So take off your mask, stop pretending you’re perfect and walk into freedom.

Rick Warren 

I need this printed on a t-shirt so I can tell the people obsessed with pseudo-perfection to stay at least 50 feet away from me at all times. 

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)


10:39 pm, reblogged from alltheotherkids by boldly-toward-the-stars6,859 notes

(Source: m0rtality)

10:20 pm, reblogged from stay by boldly-toward-the-stars54,760 notes

10:19 pm, by boldly-toward-the-stars3 notes

09:21 pm, reblogged from Living in the Valley by boldly-toward-the-stars897 notes

09:21 pm, reblogged from  by boldly-toward-the-stars279 notes

Artist Samantha Keely Smith paints breathtaking abstract landscapes that resemble the swirling waters of the ocean. Using oil paint, enamel, and shellac, Smith builds up multiple translucent layers of color, alternating between soft brushstrokes and large, sweeping gestures to evoke crashing waves, surging tides, and stormy floods.

Via 

// Selected by Sunil

(Source: cross-connect)

09:21 pm, reblogged from Gnarly. by boldly-toward-the-stars88,597 notes

09:20 pm, reblogged from stay by boldly-toward-the-stars2,282 notes

09:20 pm, reblogged from We're All Stories in the End by boldly-toward-the-stars368 notes