June 2012
person: hey wanna hang out
thoughts: omfg how do i get myself out of this
May 2012
People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams
because they feel that...
– Paulo Coelho (via shaktilover)
Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not...
– Saul Williams, said the shotgun to the head (via sleepingtigers)
Art is Spiritual: I don’t recall much about the... →
arreter:
I don’t recall much about the night I was diagnosed with depression — just the fuzzy outlines of a threat to commit suicide. I thought I’d be dead by morning. My time felt near while on the phone with my father’s then-girlfriend, a psychologist who spoke to me in a soft, cathartic tone, that…
the history of a fire escape: There is something... →
sleepingtigers:
There is something about her when she first comes through the door, bidding the rumbling night adieu with the rain slipping across her navy coat, palm sized buttons to her knees as she fumbles, creating a puddle across the flushed boards of the floor. And it’s too tiring to be angry with her,…
always, all ways.: wrists: I want to know your... →
wrists:
I want to know your roots, what makes you stand so tall despite your small beginnings. What makes you blossom and bloom, and what makes you want to fall away and discard everything? I want to know what swirls around you when your mind is windy, and what elements you can best…
always, all ways.: I want a Tuesday kind of love.... →
I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or any time before the sky finds its identity, really. A Tuesday kind of love that…
i have a vagina and a good sense of humor and my iPod is full of good music like what else DO YOU WANT
person: i don't like reading. books are boring.
me: you're dead to me.
I guess I’m trying to say, grab anything that goes by. It may not come around...
– John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent (via larmoyante)