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Aug 21, 2014 / 32 notes
aerienette:

☽◯☾
Aug 21, 2014 / 170 notes
sacredgemsca:

BUDDHIST THOUGHTS
Aug 21, 2014 / 195 notes

sacredgemsca:

BUDDHIST THOUGHTS

I will live here someday.
Aug 21, 2014 / 204,615 notes

I will live here someday.

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Aug 20, 2014 / 37,019 notes

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Aug 19, 2014 / 1,549 notes

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furstyphoto:

Time will reveal all truth. 

Have I found you?
Aug 19, 2014 / 2,871 notes

furstyphoto:

Time will reveal all truth. 

Have I found you?

Aug 19, 2014

Despair.

Do you ever feel so hopeless than it’s even hard to breath anymore? How a 34 second voicemail can change your life completely again.

papertossconfessions:

Send your confessions here
Aug 19, 2014 / 348 notes

In school they teach you
how to multiply 9x8
make you read Macbeth
and have you memorize the first 10 amendments to the constitution.

But they don’t teach you how to
stop loving someone who has
stopped loving you
or how to deal with losing
a friend to an unsaid goodbye
and a relative to a cancer that ate
away their brain.

At home I learned from my father that
alcohol can make as many problems
as it solves
but damn does it feel good
to let my throat burn instead of my heart
and to tune out the problems in my head
that I just couldn’t solve.

Because life isn’t 9x8 
and it isn’t the way authors describe
their characters in a story.

It’s those nights you lay awake
missing someone
wishing things could be different
and it’s the next day when you realize they can’t
and then it’s how you pick yourself up
after being down for so long.

I taught myself that.
what have you learned? (via fuckyouveryveryymuch)
Aug 19, 2014 / 2,732 notes

I’ve got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death

in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe

chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow

At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes

I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine

although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you’d be proud of

the parking lot is
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle

what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it

is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone

Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I’ll not be cordial

there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is

when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go

Morning by Frank O’Hara (via charliehalter)
Aug 18, 2014 / 77 notes
thepianofarm:

"Steps" by Frank O’Hara. Courtesy of my friend Kimberly Faith Waid.
Aug 18, 2014 / 4,252 notes

thepianofarm:

"Steps" by Frank O’Hara. Courtesy of my friend Kimberly Faith Waid.

Aug 18, 2014 / 17 notes
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