June 2009
May 2009
take it easy policy
last night, my brother came home really late from an event he had with his fraternity brothers. he comes home late often and i never really think much of it, but last night i just had a really bad feeling and i was really worried. he came home safe, but at around 2 in the morning when my parents were asleep, he comes in my room and tells me that while he was coming home from the city a man in the car next to him pointed a gun at him. he sped up just as the guy shot, and the bullet hit a pole right where my brother’s car was.
i cried. because these things happen so unexpectedly and they’re all out of our control. my brother might not have come home last night… i can’t even think about something like that. death isn’t something you can sit prepared for. im so glad he’s okay.
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.”
—Arundhati Roy (via restartmyheart) (via somesecretstories)
anatomy of a human sore
one time, at chuckie cheese’s when i was a little kid, i asked this girl who had been playing the same game for hella days if i could play after her. she turned around, bit my arm, and ran away… i didnt play the game. i washed my arm off in the bathroom and asked my cousin to take me home. i was maybe 5 years old
animals can tell right from wrong →
telegraph.co.uk
“Animals possess a sense of morality that allows them to tell the difference between right and wrong, according to a controversial new book.”
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"they're all gone - she'll rot, wishing as she swam that her own moon would be her only friend, but he too is swimming away an inch more every year and..."
~ mimicking birds
i’ll never understand the way we get bored of things easily, and jump from one thing to the next as if its all that simple… my legs hurt from trying too hard to keep up so you dont get bored of me, but since you already have, i think i’m gonna give up and just sleep on it forever.
i wanna be an artist when i grow up- i wanna inspire people to think about nice things in a gross way, and i wanna do art for people who’ll love it. i want people to know my name, and refer to me as that nice, short, brown kid who does sweet things for people, haha
al—-:
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WOO! Okay cool. Thats a load off my shoulders. ;p But all those guys looks like me! AHAHA!
YOU DONT HAVE A BEARD OR LONG, LUSCIOUS LOCKS, OKAY?
You cheat! That isn’t the point! If you don’t look at those parts, I look just like them!
is it just cos you’re white? are you saying all white people look the same!?!!11
al—-:
WOO! Okay cool. Thats a load off my shoulders. ;p But all those guys looks like me! AHAHA!
YOU DONT HAVE A BEARD OR LONG, LUSCIOUS LOCKS, OKAY?
“The truth is, we hide because we want to be found. We walk away to see who will follow. We fall to see who will come pick us up. We cry to see who will wipe away our tears and we let our hearts get broken to see who will come and fix them. Fate determines who walks into your life; you determine who you let walk out, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go.”
—Unknown (via skyisland) (via somesecretstories)
“I have known people who…radiate vulnerability. Their facial expressions say ‘I am afraid of you.’ These people invite abuse… By expecting to be hurt, do they subtly encourage it?”
—ted bundy
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new doomsdays by mimicking birds
http://www.myspace.com/natelacy
they have the most beautiful lyrics i have ever heard in my life, ever
Part of the sum we aren’t, constantly conscious of our arms
With each and
every breath of fresh air we share this warfare, but it’s all over there
So
help them if you can, but you should leave them if you can’t
There’ll be more
damage done now if you turn and run, surrender your guns look (who’s won?)
nothing good’s been done
Since when we learned to fly, mimicking birds we
share the sky
(didn’t have wings in the first place… now we keep taking too
much space… we’ll have to galactically rotate)
Someday we’ll fly away
somewhere else into space establishing us in a new place to devastate
Hell
with it anyways, because there’s always new doomsdays…
And a solid falls
apart, but it’s just like your heart it’s as temporary as stones are, sinking
your arc
Buried beneath the sea, ancient remnants of you and me
Dissolve to
modern day where it’s pretty safe to say we have turned into something
monstrous and overweight
There vary us a face, distinguishing your
place
You’ll never be ignored, all your information stored indefinitely be of
one accord you can never afford
Hell with it anyways, because there’s always
new doomsdays…
And a solid falls apart, but it’s just like your heart it’s
as temporary as stones are, burning your art
Gets pulled into the sun, I’m
just a normal organism
It’s all the same concept, whatever made up this mess
expressed it with the intelligence of conflict, sick-intellect
Disfigured from
the sounds, I guess the devil makes his rounds
Your soul gets swept away,
blinded by the light of day its ignorance sense is convinced, makes no real
sense
Like when we learned to fly, mimicking birds we share the sky
Someday
we’ll fly away somewhere else into space establishing us in a new place to
devastate
Hell with it anyways, because there’s always new doomsdays…
And a
solid falls apart, but it’s just like your heart it’s as temporary as stones
are, sinking your arc
You’ll die beneath the sun, guaranteed you’ll be done,
it’s as permanent as one-day’s sun, we’re all one sum
“just close your eyes and jump off the cliff. and if you fall, you can always climb back up.”
—mrs. dessus
"and all we are, is burning stars. shining brightly making sure you don't float too far. i'll keep an eye on you if you keep one on me, and then what happens we'll see"
i love books, not boys. caring too much is just as much a problem as caring too little. but i think if we mix the two we’d be the perfect person. i wonder if any of that is fixable? when i rolled off of my bed this morning, so did a couple paintbrushes. i spend most of my time doing art, reading, and drinking tea (all in my bed), rather than studying. and even though it’ll probably come back and hurt me later, i’m happy with the way everything flows. i’m happy being upset with what a selfish shit you are, with choosing to ignore it and hoping that one day after i move away i’ll forget about you and never have to deal with people like you ever again, with going to summer school, and with not fitting all the stereotypes people mold for us. i want to be creative and homeless and structured and put together all at the same time.
ASS LICKER CUMBALLS. YOU ARE SUCH A STUPID ASSHOLE. WOW. I'M ANNOYED. FUKING SHITBALLS, ARIGHT?
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.
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home&somewhere else - mimicking birds
i wanna visit the Lewis River, real bad… and drowning in it sounds pretty nice too. i wanna go someplace where theres vast open land, lots of sunshine, and plenty of books. today somebody asked me about what makes me happy. i needed sometime to think about it and it sounds almost unfortunate that what makes ME happy is making sure OTHER people are happy. in a sea full of all kinds of different people i feel undervalued.
“dance more, worry less!”
"now you see why it is useless to cry. your tears do not wash away your sorrows. they feed someone else's joy. and that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears."
joy luck club
“My name is George. And this… is the inside of my mind. The inside of my mind has a zillion things. The inside of my mind has a zillion things about it. But… people that don’t see inside my mind don’t know there are a zillion things and… You know, since no one sees inside my mind, no one really knows. But… one day people will know. One day people will know because that’s my master plan. To film it all. To document every aspect of the life that is me. And put it in a time capsule in my back yard. And so that one day, some… alien, or some highly evolved species, will find it and… understand.”
—Josh Peck, Mean Creek
If you get thrown into the wolves, then be a fucking wolf.
(via lioness)
“i don’t count my assets, only my debts
i count calories instead of how i’m blessed
i forget the ones who’ve stayed all along
only think of those who’ve done me wrong” —paper mache
i count calories instead of how i’m blessed
i forget the ones who’ve stayed all along
only think of those who’ve done me wrong” —paper mache
Naked People →
naked-people.de
this is AMAZING. sebastian kempa is a genius! my new favorite artist
Clothes are our second layer of skin. They disguise, reveal, mirror our innermost being or help to hide it.
By wearing certain clothes we can for example give an indication of our profession, our social status or our emotional mood.
A business suit makes us guess that the person behind it is a banker, office worker, insurance agent and so on.
In our society it is a sign of trustworthiness. But to which degree is this assumption correct?
Can we really trust this cover unreservedly? What is really behind it?
Can the illusion be destroyed when all of a sudden a tattoo appears under the suit or does the person remain to be unfathomable?
Here you have the opportunity to perceive the different effect between a person dressed in their characteristic clothes and in the nood.
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“non, je ne regrette rien”
—edith piaf
- me: i don't have to watch this, i'm not a Negative Nancy
- mom: i know, that's me. but if you watch this you'll be a more Positive Paul
NIKITA! Don't be discouraged by your parents' actions and blindness. I'd kill to have a Gurnani original on my wall. Your paintings are absolutely gorgeous and I'm so jealoussss of your talents. Don't let your parent's obliviousness cut off your creative flow. You can't afford an artistic brainfart! You got bills to pay, nigga. (;
(via tinabear)
TINA; do you even know how much that means to me? thanks so much, bluh. i really appreciate it. you’re gonna make me cry now :3
