Mischief Managed.

Leah. 22.
I like odd things.
Richmond, Virginia.
Pennsylvania State University.

ryanjjohn:

Every day I struggle between “I wanna look good naked” and “treat yo self.”

(via bbqchocobo)

gentle-insomnia:

laughing-trees:

If Andromeda were brighter, this is how it would look in our night sky. They’re all out there, we just can’t see them
Distance to Earth: 2,538,000 light years

Photos of stars / space / the sky always make me so emotional. I’m tearing up a lil bit now… it’s so GOOD

gentle-insomnia:

laughing-trees:

If Andromeda were brighter, this is how it would look in our night sky.
They’re all out there, we just can’t see them

Distance to Earth: 2,538,000 light years

Photos of stars / space / the sky always make me so emotional. I’m tearing up a lil bit now… it’s so GOOD

(via letthespiritsguideyou)

fuckyeahtattoos:

I got this piece of my pup, Luka, by Clare Hampshire from Korpus Tattoo in Brunswick, Victoria! I adopted my pup about a year and a half ago from a shelter and it’s probably the best thing to happen to me, he saved me. 

fuckyeahtattoos:

I got this piece of my pup, Luka, by Clare Hampshire from Korpus Tattoo in Brunswick, Victoria! I adopted my pup about a year and a half ago from a shelter and it’s probably the best thing to happen to me, he saved me. 

(via get-fucked-and-get-inked)

There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmon knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up.

Neil de Grasse Tyson (via cosmofilius)

(Source: nguyen-hoang-huy, via rprcssns)