Kesha with a Q
...i have this urge to submerge myself in verbs and adjectives...relative…to this life i live...subliminal messages delivered through action words...just a hop, skip & a jump from what it is I deserve...disturbing perhaps that’s it’s so close yet out of my reach…deep plunge into the aquamarine lines across the notebook paper…I write…the urge to submerge myself in words can sometimes be deadly…so I come up for air…briefly…in despair…no life vest needed…when knee deep in it…poetry spit…legitimately living it…every verb, noun, & metaphor… i implore you to explore…my words.
twitter.com/matkism:
It is said that there are only two tragedies in life:
not getting what one wants, and getting it.Bhante Henepola Gunaratana.
Photo by Jonah Sherman.
A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love."
Dear Her,
The way your lips form a smile is a love letter I can’t wait to read daily.
Sincerely,
A stranger in Brooklyn.
(via nubianphoenix)
” While you not possibly escaping what I’m meditating
my shackle of thought tackle you while I’m educating
your dome’s resonating from inhalation of darkness
while I spark the smart shit from what you waiting
since you waiting me at the top of the pile
wild delaware file,pennsylvanian,sub-terranean style
step up into my crevice and taste the medicine of the champagne “
- Black Thought (The Roots)
(via black-culture)
(via nextstoprequested)
The thing is you want to. You don’t care what’s coming you just want who your heart beats for."
(via simplylovethings)
depression is when you don’t really care about anything
anxiety is when you care too much about everything
and having both is just like what
This is the most accurate thing ever. No wonder I’m all fucked up.
So does this mean that all the people I come on here to hide from are going to join Tumblr now?!
Is there a way we can make a backup Tumblr…and everyone use’s the President’s shoelaces to confirm they’re true Tumblrians?
decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers."
(Source: quote-book, via curveappeal)
