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So well written

greater-reality:

Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but

nothing is infinite,
not even loss.

You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.  

(Source: finnualabutler, via theembersremain)

“Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better. What if they are a little coarse and you may get your coat soiled or torn? What if you do fail, and get fairly rolled in the dirt once or twice? Up again, you shall never be so afraid of a tumble.” ~ Emerson

(via theembersremain)

"One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life."

(via sweetlotus)

(Source: voguelovesme, via buddhistwitchery)

"One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life."

John Green (via istillbelieveinthis)

(Source: voguelovesme, via istillbelieveinthis)

The Sky Bent Down To Envelop Him

‎It was impossible to put into words:
a cool serenity that thrilled at it’s own existence.
I have waited,

I have waited too;

Perception

Sometimes you get a set perspective of something from looking at it from that angle so often. Sometimes this something is reality in itself. So tell me, what do you see?

Black holes in the center of our galaxy and portals to the sun in our magnetic fields.
Let’s see what happens when it all aligns at 11:11 am on December 21st;
I’m expecting a white hole Christmas.

[[astormiscoming]]

((downtherabbithole) 

(Source: cinetoscopios-cine, via americanmerlin)

luisriosfotografia:

The core of mans’ spirit comes from new experiences.

midnightsunnn:

How odd.

(Source: atumblratrandom, via antagonize)

"Maybe this world is another planet’s hell"

Aldous Huxley (via breakdownopendoors)

"Find what you love and let it kill you."

Charles Bukowski (via insuhlovesyou)

(Source: pushthemovement, via theembersremain)

"Reflecting on my experience, I find myself agreeing with the eminent Cambridge philosopher, Dr. C. D. Broad… “The suggestion is that the function of the brain and nervous system and sense organs is in the main eliminative and not productive. Each person is at each moment capable of remembering all that has ever happened to him and of perceiving everything that is happening everywhere in the universe. The function of the brain and nervous system is to protect us from being overwhelmed and confused by this mass of largely useless and irrelevant knowledge, by shutting out most of what we should otherwise perceive or remember at any moment, and leaving only that very small and special selection which is likely to be practically useful."

Aldous Huxley (via felixquotables)

(Source: heartandsouloffelix)

james-winston:

Both C.S. Lewis and Aldous Huxley died on 22nd November 1963, the same day as President John F. Kennedy.

• Lewis died age 64 of renal failure, (although an earlier heart attack was also to blame). 
• Huxley died age 69 of throat cancer, following a 100µg injection of LSD, which was given to him by his wife Laura, as per his request. 
• Kennedy was shot dead age 46, whilst on a motorcade through Dallas greeting crowds of supporters. 

"It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days…Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me…So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling."

Aldous Huxley (via onedayonetime)

(Source: carthaginianpeace)

[[Recorded some music the other night. Layered some drums, guitar, and kalimba; eventually decided it would make the perfect background music for a poem, so I put one of my spoken words over it. I’m dubbing it chillspeak, for those that need a label. It’s about self actualization and self deprivation; Enjoy]]

I’m 18 years young, and I’m only getting older 
I’ve got no clue what I’m doing on this earth, but blindly rolling boulders 
Bigger than myself, but that ain’t much worth 
I am youthful, 
I am gullible, 
I am yearning a go from god;

A lift off my feet, that are tied to the streets 
I am learning a note from the herald’s song 
And when it I sing it tags me along to tell the angels in the air they can do no good 
From so far above 
Sending doves to your loved ones, whose wings have tarnished 
From taking flights around the sun’s seventh light in your lungs, 
Rips the breath from your eyes, takes the waste from your tongue, 
You’ve tasted these words and now you’re only chasing what is gone

You were guilted and hung up on hang ups and wilts 
But a flower is forever, for it’s seed sows on 
And a little piece of you will be dug up and planted in the garden; 
A little piece of me, a little piece of you 
Dug up, planted, renewed, and bloomed as the rain falls rapid on every truth

I’m 18 years young, and I’ve only just begun 
I am Youthful, I am Gullible, I am Yearning a Go 
From God