(Source: yeezuschrist, via unfollowback)
"I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again." by F. Scott Fitzgerald (via katemess)
"Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently
Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there." by Raul Gutierrez, “Lives I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently” (via distincts)
Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there." by Raul Gutierrez, “Lives I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently” (via distincts)
(Source: words-in-lines, via nineteencigarettes)
"Stay open and quiet, that is all. What you seek is so near you that there is no place for a way." by Sri Nisargadatta (via darkblonderoast)
(Source: lazyyogi, via darkblonderoast)
Brand New - Jesus Christ
Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
‘cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend.
(via hell0georgia)
"But then it passed, as all things do. It passed." by Khaled Hosseini - And The Mountains Echoed (via calmtheharam)
"
I.
When I think of your heart, I think of a snakebite to
the chest.
II.
Uncountable lifetimes ago there was an empire in
Egypt. We burned the libraries. We destroyed the
temples. Everything that was beautiful then is lost
to us now.
III.
These days, poetry is the only language I know how
to speak. But you speak anthropology. You speak
hieroglyphs. You spend your life studying things I
only bury in metaphors.
IV.
When I think of my heart, I think of stone tombs.
V.
Last year, they found Cleopatra’s palace sunk deep
in the Mediterranean sea. But anything they could
learn from the ruins of her home is not worth empty-
ing oceans for.
