Reblogged from I love you
A Victim of Convenience: October
Tempted and twenty
and lighter than air
We were limitless then
but then I didn’t care
‘cause the river still ran
at the end of your street
and the earth didn’t turn
unless churned by our feet
Before I feared flying
and you fell from grace
there was something like hope
in the look on your face
…
Reblogged from A Victim of Convenience
Do you remember how we met? Silhouetted by the lights…
You were drunk and tried to take a mental picture with your hands. I was thinking about that, and a bunch of other things. Stop looking at the floor… I need to pour out this expansive dose of words. I can’t explain. I need to be alone. I know the timing isn’t great, but these things, you just can’t plan. I just need a little time, so I can find myself again. Because I get buried underneath all the things they think you are, and I’m too tired to pretend it doesn’t hurt to be left out. I had a pocket full of dreams, but I gave them all to you. Now I think I want them back, so can you tell me if I’m crazy or confused? Don’t ever change, the way you are. I’ve never loved anyone more.
Reblogged from ScreamCute.com
Lost and Found, an Artist's Path | High Road Artist
“Sometimes I get lost. I don’t mean out in the world, out in landscape. But, rather, lost in terms of any sense of how I fit within the world—unclear about what gives my life meaning or why I exist, where I belong. I lose my center. We all do. …”
Reblogged from the Bog News
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A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.
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