We have become experts at sabotaging our own happiness. Feeling like the...– Meredith Grey (via wonder-ing-girl)
Colvin Wilt, Urbanite: Fri[ends] →
colvinwilt: I sit by the window nursing a cup of coffee like a metaphor for a wound. Cigarette smoke trails the thoughts that escape my mind and there are swirls of skulls about my head. The morning is cool. 7 am cloudiness that seemed to riddle the sky with pain snatched from my core. I thought about home…
thewaywardpoet-deactivated20110 asked: thanks for the re-blog .. i wasn't sure about that haiku, at all. Felt odd to me at the end. Thank you.
She Writes and Pages Catch Flame: I remind myself... →
shewritesandpagescatchflame: I remind myself every single day, that I did everything that I could. I remind myself every single day, that I am right, I am right, and I am good. I follow the rules, and try not to take too much for granted. I do what I do and deal with every card that I am handed, with a smile, wink, and a nod,
vanity - a haiku
thevagabondking: if you define who you are by anything other than your heart, you’re wrong
Sir Ian McKellen, you win.
weirdtuna: “Does this mean I’m knighted? Or did I just get queened?”
Something you said
There was something you said once and without saying anything at all, really; something said that stayed long after you did; something said, and sadly with your eyes and the wild in them and without your lips and the words between them; something that sounded sweetly and in passing, something like “I believe in you” when no one else would or could or, I guess even...
Shudder to eat it
Salad bar for lunch. It’s great. Except for when you put way too much balsamic vinegar on it and there is no way to undo what you did, so you do your best to shove it down your throat so you don’t feel like it was a waste…Yah. It was like that for me today.
I kept all of your school projects from kindergarten through high school. Anything I could get my hands on that you would bring back to me I would hold onto to, marking in ink on the back; the date, your name and cramming it into the already too-full baby box. As if your abilities to write, rhyme and draw were second to no one. Or perhaps in my head I thought that holding onto all of it,...
There was no light? Nothing wrong, nothing right… What if there was no time? And no reason, or rhyme… What if you should decide? That you don’t want me there by your side, That you don’t want me there in your life? What if I got it wrong? And no poem or song Could put right what I got wrong? Or make you feel I belong? - coldplay
Alfred A. Knopf Books: Apocalyptic Reads →
aaknopf: If Google Trends is any indication, a lot of you think the world is coming to an end this Saturday (or are at least kinda curious about it). I asked on Twitter which apocalyptic read I should make My Last Book on Earth, and you all had some great answers! Here are some of my favorites: Top… Z is for Zachariah by Robert O’Brien as well.
we are most alive in dreams: fountains →
wearemostaliveindreams: before we were words we were people, bathed in the light of our lives, a collection of photographs, with faked smiles and over-indulged poses. before we were people we were children, running freely through what we thought was a beautiful place- until we were tall enough to ride and…
The Human Experience
tylerknott: How unique to this human experience that we all just wish to be the most important thing on earth to someone else. -Tyler Knott Gregson-
Of the 12 high profile people in question, 9 are mysteriously dead, 1 nearly...– Pretty fucking scary. Dead, Missing, Jailed – BP Whistle Blowers | Health Freedom Alliance (via uvmann)
Southern fried, delicious goodness
Who knew I would find a clever tattoo idea from a food network show.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t...– Louise Erdrich (The Painted Drum)
thiswaage: SIMON PEGG & NICK FROST REMAKE STAR WARS They need to remake ALL the movies.
Tyler Knott: What If I Was More? →
tylerknott: What if I was more and by more I mean more in all ways for all things and by I, I mean this shell of a man’s skin and bones that’s packed full with memories and dreams, heartbeats, wishes and words? So many words and by words I mean all of the whispers and longings and letters tied to letters… Brilliant!
That is why it is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut...– Paulo Coelho, The Zahir (via midwestcupcake) My dashboard always has exactly what I need to read on it. (via living-in-lakeview)
resonantechoes: you break my heart one airport at a time. my hands are tied locked in this tired dance of soaring silver cylinders that take me farther and farther away from you. would that i could stay find a place to land somewhere real where you and i exist in sync in phase a parallel path that sees us walking side by side once again.
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem...– Ray Bradbury (via thechocolatebrigade)
Making It Up As I Go Along: There’s going to be a... →
thatchris: There’s going to be a day When you’re certain The universe hates you And you hate it right back A day when you feel like A disaster A failure That no one loves you That no one would care or notice If you disappeared On that day When the inner demons Of regret and recrimination Are…
Fork over Knives screening tonight in Chicago →
And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these only...– The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy (via 12cora)
Oh, justice will be served and the battle will rage: This big dog will fight...– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (via morninggloria)
phederisurlesplaines: Don’t ask the broken to fix you, don’t ask the whole to fill you.
greyhaime: your words remind me of what I used to be, having lost so much in the stumblings of this road. I find myself looking for places to rest that don’t ask what are you doing? when trying to live is the only answer I have-
I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth...– Chuck Palahniuk (via javiercarretequotes)
shermeanuhh: Love me like thunderstorms, overpowering and temperamental, sneak up on me midday because unprepared yet willing I’ll submit to the mercy of your mood. Push through my restrictions and drench my world in the proclivities of your passion. Lighting cracks in the sky like God is opening a coke and I hope that one dark night I’ll be touched like thunder
Heavy hands and heavy hearts: What keeps you up at... →
dressthewound: What keeps your eyes open? What keeps your body restless? What keeps your feet moving? What are you tossing and turning in bed? Is it the sun? It can’t be the sun, you can’t see it at night You can only see the moon The sun’s mirror The receptacle of its vanity You only see the sun’s ego Yet you…
He said it best...
”I will mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.” -Martin Luther King Jr
Just A Little Bit Of Foundation: Fading →
pensvsdaggers: For me to be Vehement is a sight you should never see, , for me to walk the gallows is a place you’ll never be, , for me to open the demons and spit fire out of my mouth, is an inferno im afraid would be your final bout, you tell our story to a crowd of pedestrians, now im getting scowls from…