6 months ago 9   originally from rottenness   via rottenness
Back to Farnham - September 2013

Back to Farnham - September 2013

Farnham - May 2013

Farnham - May 2013

Night Thoughts — Edward Younghttp://50watts.com/Night-Thoughts-of-William-Blake
9 months ago 421051   originally from faultofstars   via brokenly
In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.
Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion (via uponswallows)
9 months ago 36510   originally from faultofstars   via uponswallows
Villa Borghese, Rome - Giugno 2013

Villa Borghese, Rome - Giugno 2013

10 months ago 10   originally from avaayn   via avaayn
The airport was filled with people coming and going.

I took his daybook and searched its pages. I pointed at, How frustrating, how pathetic, how sad.
He searched through the book and pointed at, The way you just handed me that knife.
I pointed at, If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d’ve done something different.
He pointed at, Sometimes one simply wants to disappear.
I pointed at, There’s nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.
He pointed at, How sad.
I pointed at, And I wouldn’t say no to something sweet.
He pointed at, Cried and cried and cried.
I pointed at, Don’t cry.
He pointed at, Broken and confused.
I pointed at, So sad.
He pointed at, Broken and confused.
I pointed at, Something.
He pointed at, Nothing.
I pointed at, Something.
Nobody pointed at, I love you.
There was no way around it. We could not climb over it, or walk until we found its edge.
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live, Oskar.
Because if I were able to live my life again, I would do things differently.



I lost “come” one afternoon with the dogs in the park, I lost “fine” as the barber turned me toward the mirror, I lost “shame” - the verb and the noun in the same moment; it was a shame. I lost “carry”, I lost the things I carried - “daybook”, “pencil”, “pocket change”, “wallet” - I even lost “loss”. After a time, I had only a handful of words left. I’d lost “yes”, but still had “no”. But then I lost “no”, I went to a tattoo parlor and had YES written onto the palm of my left hand, and NO onto my right palm, what can I say, it hasn’t made life wonderful, it’s made life possible, when I rub my hands against each other in the middle of winter I am warming myself with the friction of YES and NO, when I clap my hands I am showing my appreciation through the uniting and parting of YES and NO, I signify “book” by peeling open my hands, every book, for me, is the balance of YES and NO, even this one, my last one, especially this one. Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

"I" was the last word I was able to speak aloud, which is a terrible thing, but there it is, I would walk around the neighborhood saying "I I I I".

Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn’t want to fade,
But they did and so did I that day…

Brighton Pier - Maggio 2013

11 months ago 248654   originally from magnanipity   via landscapepalettes
crown-and-glory:

ultraviolet - r. j. anderson

crown-and-glory:

ultraviolet - r. j. anderson

11 months ago 71   originally from argonauticae   via argonauticae