Jul 28, 2014

warsquirtle:

Has anybody ever actually gotten salmonella from eating raw cookie dough or are people just trying to stop me from living my life

(Source: wartortles, via amomentofpanic)

Jul 28, 2014
Kimya Dawson - I Like Giants

amandajas:

I Like Giants » Kimya Dawson

When I go for a drive I like to pull off to the side
Of the road and run and jump into the ocean in my clothes
And I'm smaller than a poppyseed inside a great big bowl
And the ocean is a giant that can swallow me whole
So I swim for all salvation and I swim to save my soul
But my soul is just a whisper trapped inside a tornado
So I flip to my back and I float and I sing
I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything

(Source: some-good-songs)

Jul 25, 2014

jordantiberio:

Jordan Tiberio. Lacuna, 2013-2014. Double exposure on medium format.

October, 2013,  I used to fall asleep to the melancholy lullabies of your memory each night.  Tossing and turning I’d hope the thoughts of you would seep out of my ears if I moved with enough force, but my attempts always failed.  You see, when you were mine, and as your fingers would travel along the landscape of my limbs, seeds were planted within my bones.  Your love would arrive in the form of a storm, and I was always without my umbrella.  I remember feeling the rosebuds cracking through my marrow; my skin flushing the crimson color of their newborn petals.  Their roots rejoiced to the nurturing of your lips as they danced across my flesh.  But only a year after you planted your garden, a drought abruptly roared over my plains.  Those once luscious flower beds on my bones have now been long wilted, for my heart is void of the kind of love it desires the most. 

Your voice was an octave equal to the song of the birds in the early morning, waking up the Earth.  And it was not until I was no longer awoken by it, and I forgot its sweet melody, that I realized heartbreak does indeed fade away.  At some point my memories of you started to become diluted, some of them possibly existing as figments of my own imagination, never having existed in the first place.  And even if I wish not to admit it, I’d fantasize about your next relationship.  What if you loved them more?  What if you forgot about me?  It is hard for one to imagine a love with anyone but their ex-lover, so we scoff at how they seem so unaffected by the sadness they’ve inflicted on our hearts.  But experiencing these overwhelming daydreams only lead me to the same realization that forgetting the sound of your voice did.  One day I will love someone new just as you will.  And maybe his hands will plant a new flower all of his own in the bones you have left behind.

Artifacts of you will still resurface when the future farmers of your old land harrow the soil, and when they do I will dust them off and position them proudly on my mantle.  Because it is okay to hold onto distant times.  I will never apologize for the days I spend dreaming, or the evenings I bathe in nostalgia.  I refuse to let go of the memory of how your eyes were the colors of emeralds I wish I could wear around my neck.  And I may never cease reliving the ecstasy that was once so plentiful because I can’t just let you fade away.  I loved you first.  These are my memories— only I can control their fate— and they are what will make me feel alive.  No matter where you are, you will always be with me, and although we may no longer be in love, I still love you.

But while I’m here I must not deprive myself of joy, for we’ll all become just impressions in the bed sheets one day.

So incredibly beautiful and vulnerable.

Jul 25, 2014
vintageblack2:

Louis Armstrong plays for his wife, Lucille, in front of the Sphinx and Great pyramids in Giza, Egypt, 1961.

This is one of the cutest things ever.

vintageblack2:

Louis Armstrong plays for his wife, Lucille, in front of the Sphinx and Great pyramids in Giza, Egypt, 1961.

This is one of the cutest things ever.

(via amberortolano)

Jul 22, 2014

nevver:

Short stories, Matt Henry

(via jjjjcccctttt)

Jul 19, 2014
If a tree falls in the forest and doesn’t make a sound, will it still be free on craigslist?

If a tree falls in the forest and doesn’t make a sound, will it still be free on craigslist?

Jul 19, 2014

l-claire:

holy hell, I’m in such a weird place right now.

Jul 19, 2014

caravans:

A new self portrait series featured on Rookie - a farewell to the place in which I grew up.

This is a really great series.

(via breathingvioletfog)

Jul 19, 2014
As I am. As I am.
All or not at all.
James Joyce, from Ulysses  (via cosmicspread)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via absenceoftechnic)

Jul 18, 2014
jordantiberio:

1500 ladybugs are really hard to control 😨🐞

jordantiberio:

1500 ladybugs are really hard to control 😨🐞

(via jjjjcccctttt)

Jul 18, 2014

omg how fitting is it that that was my 5,000th post.

Jul 18, 2014
I’ve been having a really bad case of you-can-not-even-writer’s block. Do I still have followers? Any tips, times, or places where/when you find it easiest to write? 
Anything, really.

I’ve been having a really bad case of you-can-not-even-writer’s block. Do I still have followers? Any tips, times, or places where/when you find it easiest to write? 

Anything, really.

Jul 14, 2014

My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.

I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will
does not mean that I am actually doing so.

But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you.

And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it.

Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.

Thomas Merton, Thoughts in Solitude (via observando)

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Jul 12, 2014

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Jul 11, 2014

Mood: Listening to Ben Folds’ The Luckiest in the dark. Dreaming.

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