This is what I’ve seen in the four weeks since infection. People killing people. Which is much what I saw in the four weeks before infection, and the four weeks before that, and before that, and as far back as I care to remember. People killing people.
(via wyndamwesley)
(Source: ohfuckyeahcillianmurphy, via charethcutestory)
(via deanbroriarty)
“Our sun is dying. Mankind faces extinction. Seven years ago the Icarus project sent a mission to restart the sun but that mission was lost before it reached the star. Sixteen months ago, I, Robert Capa, and a crew of seven left earth frozen in a solar winter. Our payload: a stellar bomb with a mass equivalent to Manhattan Island. Our purpose: to create a star within a star. Eight astronauts strapped to the back of a bomb. My bomb. Welcome to the Icarus Two.”
“we are dust. nothing more”
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(via charethcutestory)
At the end, he called me to his deathbed. He could barely speak; but he took the trouble to tell me one last thing. He pulled me close… and I could only make out… one word: “Disappointed.”
(Source: gothamashes, via tobyziegler)
favourite photoshoots of favourite people || Cillian Murphy for Italian Vogue
(via jmaisonlilhouse)
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There will be nothing to show that we were ever here but stardust.
(via merllyns)
At the end of time, a moment will come when just one man remains. Then the moment will pass. Man will be gone. There will be nothing to show that we were ever here… but stardust.
(via blowfishing)
