#19

"...do not take it seriously, what you see here: it's only a joke played on myself by myself...
it amuses and horrifies... a rather gaudy grave, you might say. There is no daytime in this room, nor night;
the seasons are changeless here, and the years, and when I die, if indeed I haven't already,
then let me be dead drunk and curled, as in my mother's womb, in the warm blood of darkness.
Wouldn't that be an ironic finale for one who, deep in his goddamned soul, sought the sweetly clean-limbed life?
bread and water, a simple roof to share with some beloved, nothing more."


pg 138 of Other Voices, Other Rooms - Truman Capote

#9

"i am not afraid of my own blood
i can share with you so much more
stable and balanced i am here
breathing in breathing out

sometimes i wish that i was back in babylon
drinking wine with nostalgia
a blessed disease i'd laugh at you dementia

i can blow your mind
i can blow your mind"

witchcraft - the alchemist


via electric witch

#8

v. 01
the secrets the wind carries are something that will change,
when you face the hurt and crack the truth - its the strongest you'll ever remain.

v. 02
your heart beats strong and your soul shines pure,
but the saddle in which you're seated is beneath a guise of filth.



oh what a bizarre beautiful world it is....

#7

lucky #7.


via cosmic dust

its strange to me how some dreams die and some live on. who decides which continues to bleed?
its like a constant tune that your heart beats to or a language the soul speaks by.
you cant help it, or change it, even if you wanted to (lord knows i wish i had control).
so anyway, my path is forming and my language is being spoken. its really quite the show.

#6

dear you,
living truly is an art.


via the nomadic sun

i thought this was ironic...
"I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silent hurt more."
C. S. Lewis (via Angi Bane)