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7:30am July 30, 2014
7:29pm July 29, 2014

arijandro:

YOU DON’T DESERVE MY NAME
YOU DON’T DESERVE EVEN THE THOUGHT OF ME

6:30pm July 29, 2014

Last Dinosaurs - Used To Be Mine

I know that we’re different
I know that we changed
We both go back to it
It’s not how we used to be
People are strange
And now we’re strangers

We’ve got a disease, we can’t exist anymore
Something was different, I know
The final release, and now we’re falling to stars
Oh we’ve opened, I know

So many stories, it’s hard to believe
That you won’t stay the same
I hope you understand
The way that my mind receives
Isn’t my decision

I’m fighting to know

Sometimes I get stuck in this dream
It’s not the way I want it to seem
Sometimes life can take this idea
It’s not the way it’s supposed to be

So much time and so many stories
Why did history feel fucking boring?
All our myths and all our exploring
Why do I just feel fucking boring?

So much time and so many stories
Why did history feel fucking boring?
All our myths and all our exploring
Why do I just feel fucking boring?

Ooh

We’ve got a disease, we can’t exist anymore
Something was different, I know
The final release, and we’re falling to stars
Oh we’ve opened, I know

Used to be mine, not anymore, anymore
Used to be mine, used to be mine
Not anymore

6:01pm July 29, 2014

“leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog.”

— Frida Kahlo (via drunk-on-books)
5:55pm July 29, 2014

tvd-iron-fey-nerdy:

this is terrifying and beautiful at the same time

2:55pm July 29, 2014

Wait

If you’re unsure, if you’re conflicted and confused, it’s probably better not to take action on your wavering thoughts.

It’s okay, I think, to escape for a while; to put parts of your life on pause, and to focus on growing as a person.

Until you are ready to make the right decisions for everyone involved.

Doing the right thing is horrifically underrated these days, pushed aside for instant gratification, or called impossible to know… but, somehow, if we don’t put great effort into ignoring ourselves… I think we do know.

It’s there. Like the wind. Not the air, not the substance, but the intangible movement. In action.

And sometimes you have to close your eyes and wait to feel the breeze

If you can get quiet, amid all the noise from every direction

amid the disappointment or pain or frustration

wade through your screaching impatience

learn to be forgiving, to listen, and be receptive

hear your inner voice, accept or change the way you talk to yourself

until you can quiet even that

and then finally, there’s the soft wind

and you can let it change your direction

because now you know what’s right

but sometimes you just have to wait

2:24pm July 29, 2014
11:11am July 29, 2014

Prologue (Poem)
When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting


Act I (Poem)
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
Ripples form on the water’s surface
The wandering soul knows no rest.


Act II (Poem)
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds

Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh


Act III (Poem)
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow

My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess

Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return


Act IV (Poem)
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left, the bow of the goddess

My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber

Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world’s end
The wind sails over the water’s surface
Quietly, but surely


Act V (Poem)
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice

6:00am July 29, 2014

There’s so much hope in every sunrise

It’s a shame what becomes of most of them

5:00am July 29, 2014

cubebreaker:

The Rethink Homelessness campaign aims to dispel stereotypes and remind us that the circumstances which lead to living on the streets could happen to each and every one of us.

4:54am July 29, 2014
4:39am July 29, 2014

“For this feeling of wonder shows that you are a philosopher, since wonder is the only beginning of philosophy.”

— Plato (via philosophy-quotes)
2:19am July 29, 2014