endless rows of green

♥ 12
→ 30 Jan 13 at 2 pm It would have been lovely for her to see her garden in the springtime just one last time
(via )

♥ 5334
→ 09 May 12 at 11 am

“there is no such thing as fantasy unrelated to reality”
― Maurice Sendak

(Source: theartofanimation, via hunger-painsss)

♥ 5
→ 01 May 12 at 12 pm

Thoughts for tuesday:

Pretty- Katie Makkai

(via beforeweturntostone)

♥ 740
→ 26 Apr 12 at 5 pm In a time when others seem to be made of wood, I was was seemingly filled with lead.

So in control sometimes, so completely powerless at others.

To be honest, though, anyone who struggles with these sorts knows what drowning’s like.
(Source: updownsmilefrown, via vintagegal)

In a time when others seem to be made of wood, I was was seemingly filled with lead.
So in control sometimes, so completely powerless at others.
To be honest, though, anyone who struggles with these sorts knows what drowning’s like.

♥ 2178
→ 18 Apr 12 at 11 pm

we will never know how far our actions may reach

(Source: likeafieldmouse)

♥ 480
→ 06 Feb 12 at 12 am
This and that

This and that

This and that

This and that

This and that

and the other thing

(Source: valeriacavalleria, via localfoxes)

♥ 6666
→ 20 Jan 12 at 10 am do not stand still as movements surround. The pictures begin to move, faster and faster until they blur. Soon you cannot see them. Do not be afraid for it is the others that are afraid for you. One knee up, forth, and down. The other, forth, and down. ErrrrrhErrrhErrrh. The wet snow pack below you sighs with each forward step. It is exhausting, you know, breaking trail. Especially when the snow this deep and the trail this long. But here’s the secret, as long as you keep taking that one step forward, the blur will slow its torrent ever so ever so slightly. And as long as you keep moving forward you will begin to see.

(Source: theunderscorelevel, via orchidsonmydoorstep)

do not stand still as movements surround. The pictures begin to move, faster and faster until they blur. Soon you cannot see them. Do not be afraid for it is the others that are afraid for you. One knee up, forth, and down. The other, forth, and down. ErrrrrhErrrhErrrh. The wet snow pack below you sighs with each forward step. It is exhausting, you know, breaking trail. Especially when the snow this deep and the trail this long. But here’s the secret, as long as you keep taking that one step forward, the blur will slow its torrent ever so ever so slightly. And as long as you keep moving forward you will begin to see.

♥ 1811
→ 09 Jan 12 at 8 pm

"Fat Lip"

The String Quartet

The String Quartet Tribute To Sum 41

(10072) plays

♥ 2
→ 09 Jan 12 at 7 pm and it shall be mine, but you can borrow it if you’d like

♥ 3
→ 30 Dec 11 at 12 am it’s been foggy up there

♥ 123
→ 25 Dec 11 at 8 pm Yes I can run. Yes I can run, run, run.
(via deeza)

♥ 5
→ 22 Dec 11 at 10 am oh, so this is home

♥ 3
→ 20 Dec 11 at 1 am how does one even begin

to release this bind

to untie the ties that cinched my mind

this was their rules. their territory.

defenseless, i had to abide.

so they strung me out to see,

see my inside

Manila rope they wound, apathetically, through the pegs of this frame

“sleep tight, sleep tight”

and turned the pegs a quarter twist just the same

i was stretched so thin- so thinly I was!

so taut I emoted vibrations and lived merely through resonance and dissonance; a constant buzz.

my pale skin paler,

had you pressed, you would have felt through to to the other

my ribs poking through,

my skin pulsing with my heart’s flutter

And I’m not quite sure how I made it out, for i can’t see where I started from here

Exhaustion swallows me and every warm, wet, god damn passion filled tear

how does one even begin
to release this bind
to untie the ties that cinched my mind
this was their rules. their territory.
defenseless, i had to abide.
so they strung me out to see,
see my inside
Manila rope they wound, apathetically, through the pegs of this frame
“sleep tight, sleep tight”
and turned the pegs a quarter twist just the same
i was stretched so thin- so thinly I was!
so taut I emoted vibrations and lived merely through resonance and dissonance; a constant buzz.
my pale skin paler,
had you pressed, you would have felt through to to the other
my ribs poking through,
my skin pulsing with my heart’s flutter
And I’m not quite sure how I made it out, for i can’t see where I started from here
Exhaustion swallows me and every warm, wet, god damn passion filled tear

♥ 11
→ 15 Dec 11 at 1 pm

Lana Del Ray - Born To Die

My oh me, my
Feet don’t fail me now
Take me to the finish line
Oh my heart it breaks every step that I take
But I’m hoping at the gates,
They’ll tell me that you’re mine

Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design
I feel so alone on the Friday nights
Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you’re mine
It’s like I told you honey

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough when the road gets tough
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh
Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
So we should have fun in the meantime

Come take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words, this is the last time
Cause you and I, we were born to die

Lost but now I am found
I can see but once I was blind
I was so confused as a little child
Tried to take what I could get
Scared that I couldn’t find
All the answers honey

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough when the road gets tough
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh
Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
So we should have fun in the meantime

Come take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words,
This is the last time
Cause you and I
We were born to die [x4]

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough when the road gets tough
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh
Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
So we should have fun in the meantime

Come take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane…
Choose your last words,
This is the last time
Cause you and I
We were born to die

(Source: kaloodie, via oldfamiliarway)

♥ 4
→ 12 Dec 11 at 12 pm I would give anything to give away everything.

I cannot stop thinking about burning man. I want to experience being surrounded by such a creative, limitless, and supportive community. To be so far beyond confines- mentally and physically, and to the extent that it transcends culture and all expectations.

Finals could not be farther away from this. Deadlines, constructs, expectations, concrete answers. It’s just the scaffolding upon which I hang my limp, boneless body, already submissive to the desires of others. I have given up because I have not given up; I have given in. One day this will be over and one day I will burn this house that I’ve built by hand, drawn up from the plans of architects who say they know, say they know me. They say a lot of things. I wonder what they feel.

“Burning man is often listed as an experiment or an experience. It is both…. They say nothing returns from the Playa unchanged. Not your bike. Not your mind. Not your soul. Nothing. I think there is great truth in that”

I would give anything to give away everything.
I cannot stop thinking about burning man. I want to experience being surrounded by such a creative, limitless, and supportive community. To be so far beyond confines- mentally and physically, and to the extent that it transcends culture and all expectations.
Finals could not be farther away from this. Deadlines, constructs, expectations, concrete answers. It’s just the scaffolding upon which I hang my limp, boneless body, already submissive to the desires of others. I have given up because I have not given up; I have given in. One day this will be over and one day I will burn this house that I’ve built by hand, drawn up from the plans of architects who say they know, say they know me. They say a lot of things. I wonder what they feel.
“Burning man is often listed as an experiment or an experience. It is both…. They say nothing returns from the Playa unchanged. Not your bike. Not your mind. Not your soul. Nothing. I think there is great truth in that”