February 2012
8 posts
I'm rarely on my computer to keep my tumblr...
I’ve been on my grind recently. Studying daily. Smoking often. Keeping focused and making sure I do what I need to do. I’ve involuntarily taken a break from Tumblr but I’ll be back. I promise.
January 2012
76 posts
some people are better left a mystery. i notice, more often than not, people build a facade of who they actually are; of how much more intricate or peculiar or unique or individual or intelligent they think they are or should be. you know, people who think it’s important to pretend they’re so odd.
and the most bizarre feeling is being on the outside and seeing through someone, and wondering...
“You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles...”
I just want to bleach my hair white like Marilyn and Edie and move to a really warm area so I can wear frilly dresses everyday and walk around the house in my underwear without freezing my ass off. And I want a small apartment that we can string lights and Tibetan prayer flags around, and a car with a big back seat for going to the drive-in on humid nights (and for other obvious reasons) and...
Sometimes the King is a Womyn: newyorkish: Just... →
newyorkish:
Just want someone to tell you that NYC don’t have stars because you put them in your eyes. And even when the sun start to rise, you still got night time on your skin. Nothing like a good time lover to delve into your mind and come out revived. Like you got the shine that’ll make…
Sometimes the King is a Womyn: juanitacashhawkins:... →
juanitacashhawkins:
After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin…
“In every culture, the sky and the religious impulse are intertwined. I lie back...”
– Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994 (via cartograp)
“When I was in love I hardly thought of myself; I thought of her and how...”
– Donald Miller (Blue Like Jazz)
biscodeja-vu:
Oh there is tiny inner godess roaming in my chest, laughing at my untamed desires, spinning her naked body within the land of my soul, pleasuring her multiple cunts~ and I am the pathetic body that does not make use of being a sexual being. Why cant i be free that way? I’m just sitting here wanting in the fucking clouds.
BOY MEETS WORLD ALL DAYYYYY