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Scribblings

Realist
Regionalist
imagist
Episcopalian

You wont understand, but you will comprehend. The only road to solitude is rejection of normalcy. Scribbling my thoughts is my vice. Writing my voice is my getaway. Poetry is prompted by self explanatory head-trips. Emotions thrown on a keyboard.

porcelain-horse-horselain:

northwestwade:

Oh my god

I’ve watched this 3-second clip like eighteen times 

(Source: lunathepug, via unempire)

Think twice and you might miss your chance.

Don’t underestimate the power of music.

People say there are plenty of fish in the sea, which is true, but it’s hard to find one worth catching.

The meaning of life is love so if at any time I feel I have lost you I then no longer have a reason to live

This is, without a doubt, the best moment in Spongebob Squarepants history.

(via pursuitofpages)

I’m just gonna take a minute to let it ride just gonna take a minute to let it breath

I have been thinking about why I have fallen in love with you. Maybe I figured it out. When I first noticed you I saw the same empty space I had been walking around with my whole life. The same deep sadness covered up with a beautiful smile. The same friendly disposition with a underlying fuck you I hate everyone in this entire room. The same yearning for something higher and stronger then me. But like me you have not filled that space. But why would we want too. It brought us together and will hold us forever. This emptiness has molded us and made us stronger then anyone else. The vacancy of acceptance has brought us too accept this life we were given. So as we walk farther and farther down this road we call life. I just wanted you too know I dont understand and never will and you will never understand me. So before I make myself look any more stupid I only have one question…. Would you walk with me? Together we will be the weirdos who no one really understands. Together, hopefully not forever, we can walk slowly and quietly threw this road we call life.

Jeff Tweedy

—Simple Twist of Fate

Jeff Tweedy - Simple Twist of Fate

Stuff that makes you think about how lucky you are <

Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it.

—Haruki Murakami (via adderalldust)

(Source: larmoyante, via hopehandwritten)

Chapter 9

Scratching his eyes Solomon glanced around his room. Something was out of place or was it in place. Sitting up still not sure what to do he wandered to the bathroom. The sound of urine steadily flowed loudly into the living room. It stopped as he opened the door. Searching through his laundry for something to wear he stopped. At last he was awake and he noticed. For the first time he noticed, for the first time he saw clearly, now he saw what had happened as he was sleeping. Every single book, cd, and movie was back on the shelf now in its original place and not on the floor. Only one thing was not, the leather bound book was laying on the coffee table. Overwhelmed with some new and old emotion he stared blankly at the bookcase then back at the coffee table. Solomon had not felt this way in a long time and he hated it. He was afraid, he felt fear which was not recent. What was not recent about fear was the fact he had not felt in the last 7 years of wasted existence. Now what follows fear is anger and Solomon was now irritated running over to the bookshelf and pushing it over making sure everything scattered as it did the night before. Then grabbing the leather bound book walking outside and throwing it as far as he could making sure to never feel again.