I like it when you say things I’ve never heard before. You put your hand right under the obvious and sift through the rainbow colored dust that clouds my brain. We blaze right through the waves, shoving aside the insignificant molecules and molding our own trip. A trip - that’s what this is? I harness my thoughts and you take them in and paint them with shades of peril and lavender. We’re living in an empire of sand and souls.
Intolerant of insincerity.
Ask me anything
May 15, 2012
a standing ovation for a paraplegic
May 13, 2012
pressed together, burning
Shattered glass and knowing glances and the easing of aches. The irony sits inside the fear of losing the one thing that drives away fear.
May 13, 2012
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012
this god forsaken precipice
“There I was, none the wiser. Both of us - different trajectories. Who’d have thought we’d be right here in this spot? Timing is everything.”
May 12, 2012
"In bed that night I invented a special drain that would be underneath every pillow in New York, and would connect to the reservoir. Whenever people cried themselves to sleep, the tears would all go to the same place, and in the morning the weatherman could report if the water level of the Reservoir of Tears had gone up or down, and you could know if New York is in heavy boots."
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via eloquentem)
(via farewell-kingdom)
May 9, 2012
illumination
Infinity is around the corner but invisible inside this circle. This circle of life and the circle of lies and the circle of all things listening. So we cower inside our tire swings and wait for the sun to rise. But we’re the instantaneous generation, and the patience has drained away. So we stumble out of the swing and venture into la salva, and just as we reach the real thick of it, the sun comes out to play.
May 7, 2012
(Source: silverlifeline, via hammerandstrings)
May 6, 2012
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
May 3, 2012
If you were a raindrop racing down the window, I’d bet my life on your reaching the ledge first. You would glide right down to the bottom and snap off the wipers in triumph, and your distracting victory dance all over my view wouldn’t bother me in the slightest.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012
(Source: erinembrangle, via isitworthremembering)
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