(Source: lovelikewolves)
Posted 2 days ago
i tried so hard not to reblog this but in the end i lost to the fabulous
(Source: shirogami)
Posted 4 days ago
If you trap the moment before it’s ripe,
The tears of repentance you’ll certainly wipe;
But if you let the ripe moment go,
You can never wipe off the tears of woe.
The tears of repentance you’ll certainly wipe;
But if you let the ripe moment go,
You can never wipe off the tears of woe.
William Blake
Posted 1 week ago
I’m having an asthma attack omg this is perfect
one of the few things on tumblr I genuinely find hilarious
trying to laugh silently when people are sleeping DID.NOT.WORK.
JUST WATCH IT. WHATEVER YOU DO YOU HAVE TO WATCH IT
but he’s actually a talented guy why is no one mentioning how gr9 he sounds rly
(Source: geekscoutcookies)
Posted 1 week ago
A Tree
Expectation starts out as a little tree
growing on the surface of the heart.
Rooted parasitically into our blood stream
it’s leaves breed
with every breath we breathe
and start to cloud out all hope of sagacity
as the beautiful blossoms
begin to burst into our sanity.
Branches burgeoning for space
tendrils like tethers, shackling organs and dreams
covering our eyes with thick foliage
as emerald as envy
glittering barely out of reach
till you are grovelling at the epitome
of idiocracy
and the worst part is
that no one can ever see
what is growing infectiously
in every crevice of your body
oozing out at night in dreams
and in the day
you can feel the roots growing teeth
as they gorge on the remnants of your heart.
Lungs are pulled open and closed
by shivering branches
blood is replaced by the cool flowing sap
and every muscle or fibre is suspended
in perpetual impatience
to be tamed by fulfillment.
but sometimes,
fulfilment doesn’t come
and the tree begins to grow cancerously
and sometimes
you are told
that fulfilment doesn’t exist
and you begin to wonder
what in the world
you are going to do with this tree
that’s crumbling to pieces
along with the rest of your mind and body.
Posted 1 week ago
Fear of joy is the darkest of captivities.
Phil Kaye (via storiesslamandstruggles)
Posted 1 week ago
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
Jaime Gil de Bieda (via bobdylanswife)
(Source: light-essence)
Posted 1 week ago
In Response to “I refuse to let test marks take over our lives”
We don’t want a system to rule our lives
but we are afraid of anarchy
because of its overwhelming responsibility.
We complain about being judged unjustly
but judge the judgement of these tests “judiciously”.
The fruit of chaos is unquenchably sweet
and it is only our reason that keeps us away from that sweet dream.
Hell, I want to rip my tests in half and throw them in the trash too!
I don’t need this extra stress,
of polynomials and historical facts
I know what I know and I know that nobody can know it
but what’s the use of being a know-it-all
when you’re sitting
20 years from now
in some crappy stall
underpaid and over-stressed
because you knew
what you know without needing someone else to know it.
What’s the use of screaming when you can’t be heard?
When you’re trampled underfoot
by the tyranny you so perverse
by the “injustice” of unachievable ambition
because you thought you were
fighting for a nation.
Looking around
you saw hundreds in jubilation
chorusing change and fighting manipulation
but beware,
when you turn your back again
the opportunists will have stolen your aspirations
to gorge themselves with the forks of oppression
upon the stubbornness of your children
if you transcend the family slogan
to “fight against test marks taking over our lives!”
The epitome of “idio-cracy”
is to take on an enemy
that appeals to the majority.
Fight such a war
through combat
and you will suffer too many casualties,
instead
fight the war through diplomacy.
I refuse to let test marks take over my life!
and I will do so
by scoring to my highest ability
on every god-forsaken test that is presented to me.
Do not call this hypocrisy
until you have thought out the nature
of this reasoning;
Only when you have succeeded in overcoming your enemy
can you begin to change their philosophy.
No one
will ever hear the cries
of a useless beggar
no matter how loudly
he screams.
Posted 1 week ago
Identity
Loving you is about identity.
About encompassing your soul
in every breath I breathe
and beating our hearts in conspiracy.
By now
I have given up
trying to stop you from devouring me
I figure
that as long as it brings me closer to your dreams
I don’t care how carnivorously you consume me.
I don’t even remember when
I stopped trying to justify my love for you
and began to exist only to be in this world with you
maybe it was when I realized
that I never smile as genuinely
as when you smile too.
I’d say you complete me but that simply isn’t true
it’s more like
you took my heart and wrenched it in two
and I said “thank you”
thinking that you loved me too.
Perhaps
the truth is
that inevitably
you have become
more rooted in me
than my own identity.
You have cut into my foundation
and ripped out my name
severing it
so that it became synonymous with pain.
I don’t ever want to hear it again
unless
it is whispered
by you.
Posted 1 week ago
Posted 1 week ago
Travel
I find it infinitesimally interesting
how many reasons
people have for wanting to travel.
Some want to travel for knowledge;
to soak in the cuisine
to bask in the language
or to immerse in the depths of history.
Some want to travel for companionship;
To discover new boundaries
and friendships
Trying to find
the seeds of kinship.
and Some want to travel for adventure
To experience every single up and down
daring to jump
whether or not they can see the ground.
Personally,
I travel
to be alone.
I walk and I walk
without much thought
until I find the lonely.
Whether it is someplace
some time or something
I always know when I’ve found it.
I listen to the sound of my breathing
for the inevitable sigh
of acceptance.
Though do not misunderstand,
I do not sulk here,
I do not bash myself with self-pity here
No.
I travel to find loneliness as a friend,
as an equal and a companion.
Calm and tender
it is only in such places
that I can see the reflection of my soul.
Sometimes I see it in the roar
of ripples on the shore
and other times
in the silence
of mountains.
To be alone
is not the same as to be lonely.
To be alone is to have a chance at identity
that isn’t imposed
rejected, or exposed
it is me
whether or not I like it.
When I travel
I no longer look for any signs,
I simply
trudge on blind
hoping to find
a thoroughly serene
state of mind.
“Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.”― William Blake
