Soul, Heart, Human.

Charles Bukowski, “At the Edge”

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 15:39:16 -0500

Charles Bukowski, “At the Edge”

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thats-slightly-raven: thats-slightly-raven: My dad just dropped a bowl of pasta on the floor and...

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 15:33:42 -0500

thats-slightly-raven:

thats-slightly-raven:

My dad just dropped a bowl of pasta on the floor and it went everywhere, and he stared at it for like 5 minutes, sighed and then said ‘sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead’ and then he walked off without cleaning it up.

I told my dad a post about him has nearly 40k notes and he told me that he doesn’t understand what ‘tumblrering’ is but he doesn’t want to be involved in my lonely shenanigans.

I have a love/hate relationship with this blog. Mostly I’m just embarrassed because I used to...

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 22:34:07 -0400

I have a love/hate relationship with this blog. Mostly I’m just embarrassed because I used to post so much about all that wanting love and shit and I feel stupid reading it again…it feels very high school to me…not that I don’t want it, i just feel like I have more of a realistic view now I guess (20 year old me vs. 22 year old me lol). I like all the things I’ve written later on though. I feel good about that.

Anyways…

The night is calling my name in whispers. The humidity is pulling at my skin. Tired eyes and messy...

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 22:12:41 -0400

The night is calling my name in whispers. The humidity is pulling at my skin. Tired eyes and messy hair. Why can’t we just say what we feel? Fear is an uncomfortable block in our stomachs. I’m sick with longing but deep down I know I need to wait.

"It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the..."

Fri, 08 Jun 2012 23:00:54 -0400

““It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.””

- Henry Rollins (via paul4allseasons)

After so many tries and fails and giving up and getting up, you finally get a glimpse of what could...

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 23:38:20 -0400

After so many tries and fails and giving up and getting up, you finally get a glimpse of what could be and what you’ve been waiting for, for so long. You’re lucky enough to get a taste of the one thing you thought only existed in your mind and dreams. The golden light is on the tips of your fingers and on the palm of your hand and landing softly on your lips and forehead. It’s hard to hold onto though. The dizziness and spinning mixed with waves of calm and giddy and then anger and longing because the beams are in and out light sunlight through trees. It’s hard to grasp and seems to always be so fleeting. Keeping up with such a fickle thing isn’t easy.

Someone’s atoms are taking up space somewhere. Someone’s fingerprints are smudged on a...

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 23:27:14 -0400

Someone’s atoms are taking up space somewhere. Someone’s fingerprints are smudged on a railing somewhere.

Existing on a train to some building or home. Stuck in the rain, the city lights reflect the pavement and the humidity curls your hair. Everything feels nostalgic and has a longing for a time that will never return.

The memories are like faded dreams, they come in and out of focus or in a flash across your mind’s eye with a strong scent and a specific twang of a string.

"We come from long lines of people destined never to meet."

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 23:24:50 -0400

“We come from long lines of people destined never to meet.”

- Miranda July (via skeletales)

youngglass: but you’re like a party, somebody threw me, you...

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 23:20:02 -0400

youngglass:

but you’re like a party, somebody threw me,
you taste like birthday,
you look like New Year,
you’re like a big parade through town,
that leaves such a mess but you’re so fun!

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Fri, 27 Apr 2012 20:02:57 -0400

skeletales: By Steeeve Messer

Sun, 18 Mar 2012 20:48:16 -0400

skeletales:

By Steeeve Messer

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digbicks: Daniele Buetti

Sun, 18 Mar 2012 20:47:53 -0400

digbicks:

Daniele Buetti

"No matter how corrupt, greedy, and heartless our government, our corporations, our media, and our..."

Sun, 18 Mar 2012 20:47:45 -0400

“No matter how corrupt, greedy, and heartless our government, our corporations, our media, and our religious and charitable institutions may become, the music will still be wonderful.”

- Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without A Country (via roadmovies)

Alive.

Sun, 18 Mar 2012 20:39:28 -0400

Feeling numb and hollowed out, but the fire was only temporarily stifled. Like ink to water and TNT in the sky, the spark became apparent again. All was not lost. Hope remained a candle in the cold night. This light, this small flicker of a flame became visible and has been fighting it’s way to the surface like a sprouted seed packed and buried waiting for the first rays of gold after a suppressing winter. Gripped thighs and palms pressed together, sweaty. Beating, beating, beating, hearts.

There is still hope.