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"Smile like a sunrise through the shadow of your hair, will your light find me?"

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 21:55:03 +0100

“Smile like a sunrise
through the shadow of your hair,
will your light find me?”

- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

and what if what i’ve done is not giving in, but giving up.

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 23:46:09 +0100

and what if what i’ve done is not giving in, but giving up.

I found myself and didn’t like what I saw. I put a sum to the totality of my completions and...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 22:21:32 +0100

I found myself and didn’t like what I saw. I put a sum to the totality of my completions and found that i have helped no one. And in my search for the road less traveled, the path towards greener pastures I led myself astray, followed myself deep into realms of arrogance and pride. I misjudged. I miscalculated. I made promises I couldn’t hold-

And of those regrets that just couldn’t be helped, I feel the most guilty about.

Pleasant, poor beggars In my awakened interest, But I linger too long on the other side of the...

Tue, 05 Mar 2013 23:30:00 +0000

Pleasant, poor beggars

In my awakened interest,

But I linger too long on the other side of the doorstep,

And often my newly learned lesson

Drives itself away

And leaves my battered thought-maker,

Shelter-less

on my bedroom’s winterry pavements

Alone.

They’re called “eyebrows” cuz my eyes be browsin yo fine ass

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 20:05:15 +0000

hhHHHAHHH

i’m only 18. i don’t understand how sometimes life gets so complicated and confusing and...

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 23:54:38 +0000

i’m only 18. i don’t understand how sometimes life gets so complicated and confusing and why i have to think about them.. i’m so young, i’m so blessed, i have everything i need and everyone i want, so then why can’t my youth just be my youth, and then later, i can start worrying about things properly..

"… the little sounds come that demand nothing, ordain nothing, explain nothing, propound nothing, and..."

Fri, 22 Feb 2013 17:56:59 +0000

“… the little sounds come that demand nothing, ordain nothing, explain nothing, propound nothing, and the short necessary night is soon ended…”

- Samuel Beckett, Watt (via robcam-wfu)

i am a paradox

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 00:05:51 +0000

Too bad I like pouring things so much. In a morning cup, the coffee after whatever milk is left- in a daydream all the wishes I secretly do and don’t possess- on pages, all the scriptures which haunt my heart and weigh so heavily on my eyelids when the analogues chime a ticking sound, declaring the hour just before the next day because then, I feel so hurt by my defaults. In this darkness, I forget all purpose and ambition; I break. A separation which is so, so familiar and then I realise that all of these feelings aren’t superficial, fleeting, or temporary enough for the melodramatic mind, because then why would they feel so explosive that my ears can’t listen to anything anymore which has any sort of ending. I lose so much power.

I faint in my own person.

I stop.

They feel so implosive like if I don’t give in to the hollowness then I’ll dissolve out of misuse of my own thoughts.

If only I could pour all of my strange sin out into rivers, cremate them first, separate them next, and let them all fall in glitter like, dispersed, floods and sprinkles, but so ceremoniously that they would be drawn out like unwanted poison, out of my system and back out into the wildness of nature, the burnt up atmosphere.

I consume myself.

Out of sunlight, into the abyss.

mythologyofblue: Samuel Beckett’s bookshelves in the study of...

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 22:26:30 +0000

mythologyofblue:

Samuel Beckett’s bookshelves in the study of his apartment at the Boulevard St Jacques in Paris

natbrut: Samuel Beckett having a chuckle.

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 22:24:08 +0000

natbrut:

Samuel Beckett having a chuckle.

Photo

Thu, 24 Jan 2013 00:17:09 +0000

i just love silence so much, that i spend hours sat alone in the kitchen looking for new stories to...

Thu, 24 Jan 2013 00:06:00 +0000

i just love silence so much,

that i spend hours sat alone in the kitchen looking for new stories to dream about

These are my most precious moments, and probably the moments I will never remember- so when i’ll look back and wonder why I never accomplished anything? I won’t understand what I spent all my time doing.. but I get so lost in all of the moments of the present, that I have no ability within myself, whatsoever, to wake myself up and get on with life.. I enjoy my own sweet and dreamy company, much, too much.

and i will fail my tomorrow, there is no doubt, i will have sold it.

Thu, 24 Jan 2013 00:00:54 +0000

i cannot have my cake, and eat it too.

Mon, 14 Jan 2013 20:00:00 +0000

i cannot have my cake, and eat it too.

zarzor: untitled by Twoda74 on Flickr.

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 00:13:53 +0000

zarzor:

untitled by Twoda74 on Flickr.

Photo

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 17:18:01 +0000

"THE SUN ON THE BOOKCASE Once more the cauldron of the sun Smears the bookcase with winy red, And..."

Tue, 01 Jan 2013 20:16:00 +0000

“

THE SUN ON THE BOOKCASE
Once more the cauldron of the sun
Smears the bookcase with winy red,
And here my page is, and there my bed,
And the apple- tree shadows travel along.
Soon their intangible track will be run,
And dusk grow strong
And they have fled.

Yes: now the boiling ball is gone,
And i have wasted another day…
But wasted- Wasted, do i say?
Is it a waste to have imaged one
Beyond the hills there, who, anon,
My great deeds done
Will be mine alway?

”

- Thomas Hardy

"They’ll have me whipped for speaking true, thou’lt have me whipped for lying, and sometimes I..."

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 21:49:00 +0000

“They’ll have me whipped for speaking true, thou’lt have me whipped for lying, and sometimes I am whipped for holding my peace.”

- King Lear, Shakespeare

"I was always as I am, crouched in the dark, scratching an old jangle to the four winds!"

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 21:46:52 +0000

“I was always as I am, crouched in the dark, scratching an old jangle to the four winds!”

- Samuel Beckett, Rough for Theatre I (via robcam-wfu)

"So often we wait when it’s the brave leap forward that would set us free."

Thu, 27 Dec 2012 12:25:38 +0000

“So often we wait
when it’s the brave leap forward
that would set us free.”

- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)