i close my eyes to dream…

and maybe i can run beyond what my esteem can see. (via lyve)

relation through a story about baked beets.

this isn’t a food thing, though. it’s more of a “try to learn as many new things as you can” thing (but that makes it sound like fucking eat, pray, love when it’s not). i just want to keep devouring the universe and having opinions and trying new shit even though i have to sit in an office and pay rent and floss regularly, ya know? i don’t want to stagnate. (via drinkyourjuice) christine nailed it.

everclear jones speaks: i love 4am.

(via everclearjones) zero hour is lovely, isn’t it?

for the record: it’s all about exposure. exposure is key.

(via yaaaladin) read it.

…the more places i see and experience, the bigger i realize the world to be. the more of it i become aware of, the more i realize how relatively little i know of it… perhaps wisdom… is realizing how small i am, and unwise, and how far i have yet to go.

anthony bourdain

wish i could skip days

like tracks on my ipod. (via theblueprint)

a quick take on childish gambino and artistic omnivorousness.

(via douglasmartini)

i am not fierce.

i am not bold, and i only wish i were.
i wish i were red or orange. but i’m more like… brown.

everclear jones speaks: my occupy wall street rant.

read this, please.

born a thorn away from the rotten petals

a forgotten rebel / craft in the absence of heaven’s heavy hands to develop an evident level of benevolence / so it’s probably better i sold my soul to the devil.

paper tiger: "you can't force a thing to grow..."

you just can’t. (via arteffect)

if it wasn’t for music,

i’d be one unstable individual. (via monsterambitions)

i love the way something as small as a scent or smell can take you back to a certain time in your life.

that something so arbitrary can instantly recall all the subtle details so vividly, as if you’re reliving the entire event the second the aroma enters your nose. (via metalmatt)

i need someone who will inspire me.

(via brain-food) this this and this x 10000000000000000000.

(via arianesantos) (via kickthecan)

(via arianesantos) (via kickthecan)

.....fleeting moments and the daily grind.

from the city of wind, in a love-hate tango with nostalgia, doubts there'll ever be a point when common will not be relevant, revels in (eases) life's cherry pits, and fueled by words & beats.