Caleb:
“This one’s kind of bad. I love the desert and I hold Arizona close to my heart, but me and Nathan went there and we had quite a few different substances, and we decided to go to this brothel. I guess I am telling you, aren’t I? This is a real heartbreaker. We walked in and I looked around and there was one young girl who was so beautiful that all I could think was, “What happened in her life that could bring her here?” as opposed to, “Yeah! I’ll take that one. I took an ugly one. I knew how she ended up there.”
I love the desert too.
(via booklover)
i know ive been here before it’s all too familiar
blank stares into changing landscapes
and wondering why i was given life
watching the earth hide half of the moon and desiring to be anywhere else but here
i would like a chance at invisibility
to be able to have control over switching my existence on and off
i’m here i’m not i’m here i’m not i’m gone was i ever really here?
Nothing gapes wider than my wound
I cry over this disaster, over everything,
and feel your death more than my life.
I walk over the stubble of the dead,
and without warmth or consolation from anyone
I leave my heart behind, and mind my business.
Death flew off with you too soon,
dawn dawned too soon,
you were put into earth too soon.
I won’t forgive lovestruck death,
I won’t forgive this indifferent life,
I won’t forgive the earth, or anything.
— Miguel Hernandez, from “Elegy” (translated by Don Share)
(Source: awritersruminations)
I’ve been delaying this for awhile now because I am unsure or what I want to write or what I’m looking for…
It’s been an interesting month. The lack of activity in my subconscious mind frightens me, especially after going months without missing a night filled with vivid dreams.
I did dream last night.
The dream was interesting. A male that I felt a deep connection with was present and seemed to appear from nowhere. I did a lot in my attempts to impress him. I do not know who he is (although, it is said that anyone appearing in your dreams is someone you have seen before). I wasn’t who I am in reality… I mean, I was myself… but much more confident, outgoing, lively and bubbly. I felt alive.
I can not keep allowing myself to depend on living life when my eyes are closed.
I value sleep too much, as it is. It’s frightening that no one else finds it alarming that I can go 12+ hours without waking, even for a single second… even while the world buzzes around me.
(Source: alittleroar, via frankyfitz)
A small dose of life.: When an INFJ speaks to you. →
Give us the chance to feel comfortable around you to talk to you via stream of consciousness. Understand that we actually hate words but we want to paint a picture of how our intuition works in our mind. Understand that there is actually a metaphor behind every metaphor we speak. Understand that…
I want to orbit your mind
and be able to tug and cease
with your every thought
worst idea of may: downloading season 1 of game of thrones @ 12 pm
second worst idea of may: stopping at episode 3 and choosing to read the book first (which has been sitting on my bedside table for the past few months) …
Now I have to rush through the chapters
I’m addicted. Already have favourite characters and already despise others.
Summer Reading List
1. The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch
2. Catcher in the Rye - Salinger (read again)
3. The Pathfinder: How to Choose or Change Your Career by Nicholas Lore
4. Slaughterhouse Five - Vonnegut (read again)
5. Norwegian Wood - Murakami
6. Sandman - Neil Gaiman
7. Fight Club - Palhaniuk
8. Godel, Escher, Bach - Hofstader
… to be continued….
I have no fear of losing you, for you aren’t an object of my property, or anyone else’s. I love you as you are, without attachment, without fears, without conditions, without egoism, trying not to absorb you. I love you freely because I love your freedom, as well as mine.
— Anthony de Mello (via kylamcfaterson)
(Source: starryyeyed, via bbrainddefect)
Good god
when will this stop
A Wish - Gregory and the Hawk
I wish for the whole truth
every time you speak.
