A small dose of life.

pigmenting: Sara Cuesta

Thu, 23 May 2013 20:31:17 -0700

Sara Cuesta

“The man at this place who stood behind the formica counter began his inquisition in the form...

Thu, 23 May 2013 18:47:00 -0700

“The man at this place who stood behind the formica counter began his inquisition in the form of small talk. So what do you do he asked. I write for the most part, I tend to work from home, to which he paused, then asked you’re not planning to kill yourself are you?” -Truong Tran

okay what’s with all writers and being associated with deaths like sylvia plath and virginia woolf? all artists are insane anyway. hey at least nobody’s cut off an ear…right? jokes jokes :p sorry van gogh, couldn’t help it

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Thu, 23 May 2013 18:36:04 -0700

"I never ask you how you are doing huh? Not that I don’t care, I just don’t worry about..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 18:18:00 -0700

“I never ask you how you are doing huh? Not that I don’t care, I just don’t worry about you haha cause I know you’re good”

- Pat

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Thu, 23 May 2013 18:15:00 -0700

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Thu, 23 May 2013 18:13:48 -0700

paintvrlife: by Agim Sulaj

Thu, 23 May 2013 17:40:32 -0700

paintvrlife:

by Agim Sulaj

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Thu, 23 May 2013 17:38:16 -0700

sometimes, just sometimes i wish i didn’t love you so much (or at all) and stay so true to the...

Thu, 23 May 2013 17:32:00 -0700

sometimes, just sometimes i wish i didn’t love you so much (or at all) and stay so true to the love because then i could still be tied in this elusive idea of romanticizing every boy around me and always witnessing how my intimacy issues flare, trying to find a piece of home in everybody when i’m drunk only to be upset over the lack of connection when sobriety hits. sometimes, sometimes i wish i didn’t love you so that i would still hide behind masks, behind fake smiles saying how are you, giving halfhearted hugs. i wish i could always feel so fractured, live inside a shell of vulnerability that echoed a series of contradictions that became so evident when a little alcohol was in my body. the way i craved to be loved was astounding, luring towards any eye candy, sticking to anyone who could sing me a poetic pseudolove line. alcohol has an uncanny way of both masking your true intentions from yourself but unmasking the person underneath, and at the time, my most prominent emotions circled around feeling misunderstood, rejected, insecure, unloved, or should i say, unlovable through my eyes?

maybe i never wanted to be understood.

but then i met you and there was a certain kind of intimacy unfolding between us that started to heal every wound. everything started to not only heal, but nothing could no longer scathe me. is that possible? i’ve spent over a year wondering about this, about being in love with you.

and maybe that’s what love is. maybe true love is so powerful that it disintegrates every awful part of you that you’ve resonated with so long only to reveal the beauty underneath. maybe true love is what saves us.

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Thu, 23 May 2013 17:08:42 -0700

jewassicpark: “pass me a joint” i rip off my arm, crying as i pass the detached extremity to my...

Thu, 23 May 2013 17:08:36 -0700

jewassicpark:

“pass me a joint”

i rip off my arm, crying as i pass the detached extremity to my friend

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Thu, 23 May 2013 16:59:15 -0700

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE RESEARCH INSTITUTE CONTACTED ME THEY ARE FUNDED BY DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE WHICH...

Thu, 23 May 2013 16:54:00 -0700

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE RESEARCH INSTITUTE CONTACTED ME

THEY ARE FUNDED BY DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE WHICH IS WHAT FUNDS THE LAB MY DAD WORKS AT. OH MY GOD MY DAD AND I WOULD BE WORKING UNDER THE SAME BRANCH

OH MY GOD FUCK BEING A TEACHER OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IM DYING

(even though 5 out of 6 child development centers contacted me back..this is going to be awkward)

the number of romantics and intellects on this site is unbelievable. goodness <3

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:48:53 -0700

the number of romantics and intellects on this site is unbelievable. goodness <3

vanished: Kat Kinnick - Lapagos Espranta

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:46:44 -0700

vanished:

Kat Kinnick - Lapagos Espranta

"Should I stop loving you? Wish I could! Easier to build a house on the waves."

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:42:12 -0700

“Should I stop loving you? Wish I could! Easier to build a house on the waves.”

- Vera Pavlova, from Poem 95: If There Is Something To Desire (via violentwavesofemotion)

"My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of every thing but seeing..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:38:33 -0700

““My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving – I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you … I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you.””

- written by John Keates to Fanny Brawne on 13 October 1819 (via smilebabysmile)

explore-blog: How to master your creative routine Pair with...

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:24:04 -0700

explore-blog:

How to master your creative routine

Pair with more of Bradbury’s wisdom on the creative process.

inscendo: Milky Way

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:18:59 -0700

inscendo:

Milky Way

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Thu, 23 May 2013 12:10:35 -0700