February 2012
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“My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”
– Rumi (via objectsinlove)
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WatchRIP.
sleepingtigers:
LATELY More important than breakfast is waking up next to someone and having them gently touch your face without you even asking. Dallas Clayton
I can’t even begin to tell y’all how much I miss this ^
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splitourheartsinhalf:
Please come back. Please. I’ll breathe I love you into your bloodstream until the needles can’t compare. I’ll tether my veins into thread and stitch them through your torn seams. I’ll scream LIGHT into your bruises, still lives beneath your track marks. You can stand on the cliff of my heart and shout nothing but ugly through me I promise all I will echo back is ...
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Alan Watts →
“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see...
I’m waiting for a red letter to fall on my breakfast table, and a sour hit to follow, like a grapefruit to the mouth, no sugar. To be told that this was a mistake, and that you wish I never happened. But that hasn’t happened yet. I’m waiting for somebody who shines brighter, to finally kick me off the undeserved pedestal upon your well cherished mantlepiece.
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