April 2012
Right about now I’m wishing i could just fall off the face of the earth to make all of this shit go away.
“You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such...”
– Carl Sagan (via yogurtdale)
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Just as I’m trying to focus my mind on the sound of the train passing a few blocks from here, as i lay in my bed next to my dog, hoping maybe it can block out my thoughts, then it disappears.
“Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in...”
– “Valentine,” Carol Ann Duffy (via clavicola)
“You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame;
How could you become new...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via elige, sex-death-rebirth) (via pyrrhic-victoria)
chrysalism
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves of rain pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built-up tension you understand perfectly.
“Most people treat the present moment as if it were an obstacle that they need to...”
– Eckhart Tolle (via lazyyogi)
Your words are like knives, they pierce my skin...
The things we do just to stay alive
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“Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different...”
– Hermann Hesse (via moreofamore)
foolheartedchild:
I love the sound of rain, I love the bells on my porch that sing when the wind blows. I love when the rain drums on my roof and the wind sings to the trees and they dance, and it all plays like an orchestra as I fall into my bed while my memories of today spin above my head, I wonder when life will stop moving by me so fast.
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6am
So we meet again.
