"Just because somebody doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with everything they got"

— Unknown

3 ♥ 04.10.13

Days turn into weeks turn into years turn into hydrogen turn into helium oxygen and the elements get heavier and heavier until the celestial weight crashes into itself and that is the definition of time.

We are all adrift on the same Titanic.

Days turn into weeks turn into years turn into hydrogen turn into helium oxygen and the elements get heavier and heavier until the celestial weight crashes into itself and that is the definition of time.
We are all adrift on the same Titanic.

1 ♥ 02.26.13

8555 ♥ 02.14.13

"The sky is an unbroken sea of space. An artist’s brush has painted it something close to empty, a nothingness that lies flat and undisturbed and makes her think of the long corridors of dreams, the hallways that go nowhere yet never seem to end. An airplane shatters the sky, a fist punching through a delicate painting. She’s thankful for the noise, for the arrival of something other than nothing. The interlude is brief. The plane moves out of sight, taking her company and comfort with it, the hole in the painting closing up behind it. Something close to empty."

— Self

4 ♥ 02.12.13

"My song will sing in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things. And when my voice is silenced in death, my song will speak in your living heart"

— Rabindranath Tagore (Via: Reconnections.Net)

2 ♥ 01.18.13

.i.was.almost.a.patriot.but.then.the.curtain.fell.and.simpler.times.of.atomic.war.and.smallpox.was.broken.through.and.nobody.knows.who.the.enemy.is.and.we.suspect.them.all.

12.23.12

Stop Me … !

Stop me before it’s too late Though we may be out of time, darling, and the end approaches. I thought I was dreaming, And I would never hit the ground; a moment before the world goes dark, another dawn arrives and you awake. But always the dawn will save you. But it turns out, I am wide eyed and alive, and staring in the mirror, craving release, This is me, and I am tearing apart, falling to my doom, with this broken heart. The ground closes in, my blood runs cold, my heart burns with the fire of regret of wasted years. Stop me, before it’s too late. I think I see the darkness approach, darling. Or is that you? Was it always you?

- BD

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1 ♥ 12.09.12

.voices.of.the.voice(less).

For the ones who went black
and couldn’t find their way back
because their minds are dark traps
and they insist they deserve the pain
and all that (can’t.be.without).
A dedication to these souls
because I could never save what
they
were
always
certain
they
lacked.

11 ♥ 11.20.12

Working, striving, accelerating, trying to keep up. Thank God for the fire, the warmness and contentment. Images of light coming to meet me. A happy reunion, a friend long lost, victims of bad timing.

2 ♥ 10.16.12

♬♪♩♯♫♬♩♪♬♪♩♯♫♬♩♪♬♪

10.12.12

Do You believe in Wishes? Do You Believe Wishing Really Manifests Into a Reality if You Wish for Something Hard Enough? Or are We Simply too Scared to Consider the Possibility of a Random Universe Where Prayers and Wishes Die Before They Reach a Destination that Never Happened.

(I think too damn much).

3 ♥ 10.12.12

Glaring Flare Against Lazy Jets Gliding Through Dying Vignetted Air Unaware Of My Unyielding Stare I Am Right There But Nobody Seems To Notice. Or Care.

Photograph and writing by: Self

10 ♥ 10.12.12

Death is Like This & I’m Sorry for Them All (9-11 attacks were 11 years ago today). on Flickr.

1 ♥ 10.05.12

deeashley:

Repeating Ourselves: The Linear Curse
(Existence as we know it ceases without warning)

Beware all of those silent trickster evolutions.
Science is the unattainable God pretending to provide impossible solutions.
Orbiting, floating it out, working, patiently waiting out all of these quiet revolutions.
The new species is in waiting.
Our destiny remains steady and marches closer toward a fool’s martyrdom.
.doomed.to.repeat.our.past.and.so.we.doom.ourselves. Flickr: http://flic.kr/p/ckgm7A

5 ♥ 10.04.12

"If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason."

— Emil Cioran: On The Heights Of Despair

9 ♥ 10.03.12

.she.had.potential.