August 27th, 2014
It’s easy to forget someone if you never really cared.

ten word stories  (via thevalorieclark)

And yet.

There are times when forgetting is necessary, when it’s the right thing to do, and—most importantly—there are times when forgetting is healthy. 

It does not mean that the parties never cared or cared enough; it does not mean that it wasn’t “real,” but it does mean that letting go is as natural as grabbing on, that things end, and that these are all choices. Forgetting can mean not letting the past hold you down, forgetting can mean choosing to live.

(Source: tenwordsperstory)

Reblogged from Chasing Pavements
August 27th, 2014
There are all kinds of truth … but behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there’s no truth.
Flannery O’Connor, Wise Blood (via libraryland) (via sharlala)
Reblogged from it's all in the wrist
August 26th, 2014

Pity this busy monster

pity this busy monster, manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
—- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born —- pity poor flesh

and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if —- listen: there’s a hell
of a good universe next door; let’s go

E. E. Cummings

August 26th, 2014
a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? i wish we could feel like that more often. i also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere i like. i wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and i wish i could get lost in the stars.

listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.

e.e. cummings   (via thelostdeer)

I have never been more certain of anything in my life that E.E. Cummings never said “I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both knew there was a real reason behind them asking.” That said, the last line there? A hell of a good universe? That is his. One of my favorite of his weird poems.

Reblogged from human after all
August 26th, 2014

I love this look and am super envious as I look like an idiot when I wear vests.

Reblogged from Inspire @ Maxton Men
Armed with 12 minds, five dreams, three crushes, a couple of rants, and a pretzel stand to hide behind.