blue dream, you win.
In the dark I travel by instinct, through the rubble of nightmares, groaning of...– Joy Harjo
dromaeosaurus replied to your post: i want to go cave diving. Pick me! in mexico, they even have underwater lake’s (!!) you can explore!
but i think i'll just go read instead.
i want to go cave diving.
pablo neruda makes even me like poetry.
theboywiththearabstrap replied to your post: I The winter evening settles down With smell of… Holy hell, have you read Prufrock? Ok, I know Prufrock is like “the poem” with Eliot, but it always seems to lose me somewhere in the middle and then i pick it back up at the end and it’s wonderful. I just really love the way Eliot captured the Modern Era (especially in...
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the...– Nietzsche (via aeloquence)
I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimneypots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the...
People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all, and I...– Dexter Morgan (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
Somalis Flee Famine Along 'Roads of Death' →
fyeahafrica: The Washington Post reports that nearly 170,000 Somalis have fled to packed refugee camps in Kenya and Ethiopia since January. In Kenya, about 1,300 people are arriving daily, while an average of 1,700 enter Ethiopia. Most are arriving after grueling journeys along what officials call the “roads of death.” Somalis have endured two decades of civil war and two consecutive seasons...
lol, well that's embarassing.
for you at least. i just think it’s funny.
i will be your screech and crash if you will be my...
daazednconfuused: “But I still feel like I lost. We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they...