…i looked at my reflection in the water
thought: what an unlikely pair
closed my eyes, held my breath
plummeted down, down, down
and anchored myself there.
…practice makes perfect.
nobody’s perfect. why practice?

my 9-year-old niece.

if all my dreams were a tidal wave

and every day was christmas
we could spend our lives in the drip
at the edge of the world

‘cause love does things that you can’t see
it’s like telepathic surgery
and cuts and scrapes just like iggy pop thrown in a hole. 

…people seem to have a knack for taking me seriously at all the wrong times.

sex and the ivy (via junglejustine)

i think it’s no secret

that billie holiday is my
she’s like my, wow
i won’t say my god
but she’s quite close to it.

…memories don’t live like people do.

travellin’ man by mos def / dj honda.

(via richesforrags) (via thegirlsoflincolnpark)

(via richesforrags) (via thegirlsoflincolnpark)

(via thegirlsoflincolnpark)

…if you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

j.k. rowling (via dotropolis)

…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

if we could all agree

to lettin’ our souls become free of that sweet bitterness
then whose chest would have the most seeds?
i keep misfocusin’ my needs and this stress on my back
with them caps they be blastin’ into my knap sack
ain’t no accidental deathtraps
my mishap is the fact that i’m destined to snap
it’s when i feel as though my body’s able to go
my mind is ready to flow
did you know: first you catch and then i throw?
it’s my own sense of time
if i’m late it’s ‘cause i’m endin’ my day
just when the sun shines and still gently advising the arisin’ of the moon
as it rolls around into my soundproof dimension.

how i feel sometimes when i try to further explain things when maybe i should just shut up.

  • ted: well, it's just ineffable.
  • natalie: oh, so i'm not 'f-able'?
  • ted: no, no, no, ineffable means it can't be explained.
  • natalie: so i'm stupid?
  • ted: omg, what's going on-

and curse the moon so dull and bright

my heavy soul can’t stand the light.
it burns me straight to the bones… my bones.

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.

(via vagabondevil) look over the eyesore of ‘each other’ coming together as one word.

(via vagabondevil) look over the eyesore of ‘each other’ coming together as one word.

everything i think i need

always comes with batteries.

.....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.