September 2010
synecdoche:
modest mouse - gravity rides...
“Society must let the artist go,
To wander off into the nebula”
And I claim I’m not excited with my life any more So I blame this town, this job, these friends The truth is it’s myself And I’m trying to understand myself and pinpoint where i am When I finally get it figured out I’ve change the whole damn plan Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight Talking shit about a pretty sunset Blanketing opinions that I’ll probably...
“Love is when you can’t be apart from someone for too long. You’re always...”
– (via poeticheartache)
The ocean floor is hidden From your viewing lens A depth perception Languished in the night All my life,I’ve been Sowing the wounds But the seeds sprout A lachrymal cloud
“To build a world of rocks and chaos. What it’s going to be, I don’t...”
“Above all, be true to yourself, and if you cannot put your heart in it, take...”
– Hardy D. Jackson (via kari-shma)
ugh
i’m just so confused..
when you stop feeding your brain does the air thin...
convinced that the grass is greener, i’m wondering why i haven’t left yet. seems like the roads stretch out like veins. everywhere is a new opportunity but with tired eyes and tired bones i’m left stranded. is a cup caught suspended falling or rising? it’s as if nothing were tangible. haphazard thoughts dance feverishly in my head. drill a hole and set them free.
when doubt collapses in the bowels of my mind,...
i want my room to be finished so i can move everything in there and get some artwork flowing ughh
“My passions were all gathered together like fingers that made a fist”
– Bette Davis (via lorenrochelle)
MOVING DAY
yayayayayayayayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
– Shakespeare (via quote-book)
