thefightinglife:

A timid finger pokes through the horizon
As it points out to an evaporating sea.
"I know her," he says,
But the ocean blends with the sky,
and only blue remains.

thefightinglife:


A timid finger pokes through the horizon

As it points out to an evaporating sea.

"I know her," he says,

But the ocean blends with the sky,

and only blue remains.

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Thursday, 11th September

and when it gets silent
she can’t ignore all the little truths collecting like stones undersea.
one: she always pretends she’s in love.
and in synthetic invention she can feel the weight of an ocean full of meaning
when maybe there is none

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Wednesday, 10th September
One day, you realise that there are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via larmoyante)

(via brrittney)

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Wednesday, 10th September
I look for you in everyone.
Six Word Story #16 by absentions   (via lovequotesrus)

(Source: absentions, via mydrunkkitchen)

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Wednesday, 10th September

So you lost your trust
And you never should have

(Source: pureveins)

4,715 plays
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Monday, 8th September
Set me like a seal upon thy heart, love is as strong as death.
 Song of Solomon 8:6

(Source: keola22)

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Saturday, 30th August
starved-youth:

☂
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Thursday, 28th August

"Balancing the pain of ugly truths with the reality that you’ll find a way to move past them is an incredible artistic feat that has as much to do with the song’s merciless onslaught of synths as it does Robyn’s lyrics. Nothing sounds quite like “Dancing on My Own”: Electronic clicking and ticking are layered atop one another at various tempos, ultimately creating the clipped sonic equivalent of a strobe light. An instant confidence boost takes hold as soon as the beat kicks in, even as Robyn falls apart—or perhaps, in part, because of it." x

(Source: littlemisslulubelle)

6,639 plays
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Thursday, 21st August

to sit outside in the night, to sit with the soul of pain
and not hassle it; to feel it like the passing of darkness into morning.
to wait, to wait under white sheets, within white walls,
with the hours, the tensed clinging, fighting; tones of words, of gut sounds sharper than truth.
to wait.
to sit with it. sit with it long enough to feel you know it a little. you may feel it again, but maybe
you will be more at ease.
we will have our peace.

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Thursday, 21st August
A genius is the one most like [themselves].

Thelonious Monk

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Sunday, 17th August
We met here at a place where ‘lifelong’ begins. We’ve seen each other grow so much in less than a year. Sometimes mere hours or days imprint more meaning than months or years combined. We’ve shared important times, and it has still only just begun. I love you and wish the best for you both. & much love to my Acampers. “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” -Henry David Thoreau
#acamp
We met here at a place where ‘lifelong’ begins. We’ve seen each other grow so much in less than a year. Sometimes mere hours or days imprint more meaning than months or years combined. We’ve shared important times, and it has still only just begun. I love you and wish the best for you both.
& much love to my Acampers.

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”
-Henry David Thoreau

#acamp

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Sunday, 17th August
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Thursday, 14th August
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
Song of Myself, Walt Whitman (via tiedtoskies)
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Thursday, 14th August
nhyworks:

darvinasafo:

#FERGUSON protestor returns tear gas canister back to sender…
This is Amerikkka 2014
ICONIC


#This is such an important picture #This is the flower in the rifle barrel #I want this picture in textbooks and graffiti’d on buildings #ferguson #I want this picture to be talked about whenever people try to say ‘The people started it!’ #A bag of chips in one hand and a can of tear gas in the other #If you think that this is ‘they started it’ then you can go fuck yourself (via)


yes.
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Thursday, 14th August

well, this.  28:00