"Only Love Can Break Your Heart Summer, you’re unwelcome in my room, leave me be, overwhelmed by grief. Drunk on whiskey from The Pharaoh’s Tomb I’m weak as a pacifist, I’m eaten alive by jealousy, only god knows why. Just like only god knows why Alan said coming out is fab and brill like falling in love. Summer, be gone! Alan’s gone. Family and friends are gone. Neil Young is right: Only love can break your heart. My heart is unmendable. I am forever in my room, heartbroken, and nobody is there, forever spending my days killing time until time kills me."

— David Harkins

3 ♥ 05.07.13

“Creative Evolution”
By: Zuhdi Sardar
(http://www.zuhdisardar.com/49788.html)

2 ♥ 05.02.13

http://emptykingdom.com

5 ♥ 04.19.13

This Disembodiment on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
My breath is white, my body curled inwards to contain the little remaining heat. My thoughts are filled with imaginary places, tendrils crawling in the mud of modern literature for scattered tickets to new lands. I add them to my itinerary, sleepless and close to tears. My own world is too vast, yet I am escaping. To places snuggled between beginnings and ends, not furled across a labyrinth of fear and regret. My reality sits outside of me yet it tugs at my flesh, burrowing into my bones like worms which cannot wait to feed me to the soil before my blood turns cold. A voice echoes, circling softly around my mind. Its words meaningless, but not letting me die.

5 ♥ 04.17.13

But Does it Float

4 ♥ 04.17.13

(http://www.behance.net/gallery/Hidden-Typography-2/7297909)

2 ♥ 04.16.13

Impressive….!

http://twitter.com/themoceanvibe/status/320456706872188930/photo/1Z

2 ♥ 04.13.13

If we are indeed made of star stuff, is our helix strong enough?

I am only molecular storage for now. I wade through the gene pool and slide across the sequences, but how can I find a missing piece that is forever casting her gaze at an event horizon that already swallowed up all of the important parts?

5 ♥ 04.06.13

abandon

vivianespindrift:

Image by gogoloopie. Creative Commons.

We asked His protection and care with complete abandon.

Abandon is the word of the day. It means a thorough yielding to natural impulses; especially: enthusiasm, exuberance.

3 ♥ 04.03.13

And I look now on those hands which afford all they could give ..,. on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
… red string is now blood and may have always been, hands bound in guilt and shame, hands that were never enough and always to blame.

Butterfly Dreaming

3 ♥ 03.31.13

Drivin to Abstraktion

Little pieces of my psyche seem to work through the proper cracks in a pretty shaky foundation and, amazingly, they often find their own way into the light.

2 ♥ 03.27.13

Safe Harbor on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Seashells String The Seaside And All I See Is You And Me Embracing So Tenderly.

4 ♥ 03.25.13

hoodoothatvoodoo:

Malika Favre

‘Hide and Seek’

17494 ♥ 03.24.13

.she.had.potential.

abandon