(n.) a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life. sour patch kidsRFRSH MSG ARCHV RNDM SBMT THM
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, 1986.
They say every atom in our bodies was once a part of a star. Maybe I’m not leaving, maybe I’m going home.
— Vincent Freeman, Gattaca (via stannisbaratheon)
The Faroe Islands