A collage of pictures, poetry of anything that peek my interests or appealing to be provocative.

themagicfarawayttree:

Found on carmin44.tumblr.com

themagicfarawayttree:

Found on carmin44.tumblr.com

(via something-everything-nothing)

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  • "

    Tonight, she brushes her teeth
    with the razor
    washes her mouth with perfume
    applies the red with her left
    hand, powders her nose with
    moonlight.

    Tonight, she isn’t just pretty.

    "

    MJL, tonight, death makes her beautiful (via mimickingmaelstroms)

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  • "On our first date, I told you I was flighty. Impatient. Easily bored.
    I don’t paint my nails because I can never sit still long enough
    for even one coat to dry. I don’t fold my laundry because I hate the routine. I would rather buy new cutlery than wash my old ones.
    Maybe I’m lazy. Maybe I have no motivation. Maybe I’m just looking for somebody to grab my shoulders and give me a shake and explain what normal is and why I should do it. But sometimes I brush my teeth for seven minutes straight because it just feels right. Some nights
    I put my pillow on the opposite end of the bed because I’m still hopeful that I’ll wake up differently if I sleep differently. I never do.
    Sometimes I forget that I’m reading in the middle of flipping a page,
    instead struck by the thought we would rather make paper than oxygen, would rather have one less life-source than one less novel. I wonder about priorities. I wonder about people who think it’s necessary to match their socks when they leave the house every morning as if that’s what determines their character. I wonder about people who carry around purses that contain nothing but gum. I wonder about people who spend all their hours at a desk and then return to their house to pass the night alone in a cold bed with a frozen dinner. I wonder if they think that money will make them happier than other humans. I don’t like kissing when I have lipstick on, because I’m afraid of leaving a stain on a cheek, as if I’m marking my territory somewhere I don’t belong, as if I’m trespassing on camera. I stay up for twenty hours a day and spend the other fours hours knowing that the longest a person can stay alive without sleep is ten days. I wonder if my nervous system has begun to break down, leaving me nervous and broken along with it. I don’t understand the pills the doctors prescribed me even though they told me I was just upset over being broken up with. I told them I wasn’t upset, I was morose. I was downtrodden. I was a leaky ship; still afloat but getting lower under the weight of the water every second. I didn’t want to sink. I wanted to sail. But they didn’t tell me that the happy little green and white pills would make me plateau. On our first date, I said I felt flat. Not the kind of flat of calm water on a windless day, but the kind of flat that you associate with deflated balloons. All out of air or out of breath or struggling to find any words left. I felt like the kind of flat that musicians hate. That I hate and I can’t play a single instrument. On our first date, I think I told you I would understand if you didn’t stay. Nobody did and I never blamed them. I was too busy wondering about people who believed in numbers and the healing power of yoga on 3 a.m mornings and tying their shoes without kneeling down to notice when they left. I am stuck inside of a world that I don’t quite understand, with people I never seem to connect with."

    FIRST DATE CONVERSATION (K.P.K)

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    Both Sides Now

    Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air
    and feather canyons everywhere, I’ve looked at clouds that way.
    But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone.
    So many things I would have done but clouds got in my way.

    I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now,
    from up and down, and still somehow
    it’s cloud illusions I recall.
    I really don’t know clouds at all.

    Moons and Junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way that you feel as every fairy tale comes real; I’ve looked at love that way.
    But now it’s just another show. You leave ‘em laughing when you go
    and if you care, don’t let them know, don’t give yourself away.

    I’ve looked at love from both sides now,
    from give and take, and still somehow
    it’s love’s illusions that I recall.
    I really don’t know love at all.

    Tears and fears and feeling proud, to say “I love you” right out loud,
    dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I’ve looked at life that way.
    But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads, they say I’ve changed. Something’s lost but something’s gained in living every day.

    I’ve looked at life from both sides now,
    from win and lose, and still somehow
    it’s life’s illusions I recall.
    I really don’t know life at all.

    "

    —Joni Mitchell (via wordpainting)

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  • amandaonwriting:

Writing Quote – Julia Cameron

    amandaonwriting:

    Writing Quote – Julia Cameron

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  • amandaonwriting:

Writing Quote – Gillian Roberts

    amandaonwriting:

    Writing Quote – Gillian Roberts

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  • Source: hqlines

    "My brain hangs like a bat afraid of the dark.
    My brain is both the rain and cowering cat.
    My brain says that each past conversation is a ghost.
    My brain loves ghosts.
    My brain loves to pick at dead and unpromising things.
    My brain waits for the dead to blink.
    My brain says ‘love me’ then ‘sorry’ then murders
    the relationship."

    —Donte Collins (D.C)

     

    (via kushandwizdom)

    (via kushandwizdom)

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  • Source: 500px.com

    (via par-for-the-curse)

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