I know that you're an artist, you're the hardest one to deal with. Everything that you conceal is revealed on your canvas. You find all of your ugly meanings in the things I find beautiful. Do you see the fall is coming? Come, I'm falling into you. You perceive all of these things I'd never have known. Love, will you turn off the lights? 'cause we're already home. You painted me in pastel, colors that don't tell of any boldness. That's the way you'd love to see me: so delicate, so weak, so little purpose. But your eyes are drawn of charcoal they're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect. Because they see a sleeping world,
where waking isn't worth it. You perceive all of these things I'd never have known. Love, will you turn off the lights? 'cause we're already home. how, how, can you live without your lies. oh, oh, love I've had enough of you tonight. all of these things I'd never have known,oh.
love will you turn out the lights 'cause we're already home, oh. You perceive all of these things I'd never have known, oh. love will you turn out the lights,'cause we're already home, home.
CLICKY HEEE-UH. You know you wanna ;)
The Disappointing Artist
"What I wouldn’t give to have tired of you."
1:41 am • 16 May 2014 • 2,308 notes
In this African tribe, when someone does something harmful, they take the person to the center of the village where the whole tribe comes and surrounds them.
For two days, they will say to the man all the good things that he has done.
The tribe believes that each human being comes into the world as a good. Each one of us only desiring safety, love, peace and happiness.
But sometimes, in the pursuit of these things, people make mistakes.
The community sees those mistakes as a cry for help.
They unite then to lift him, to reconnect him with his true nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth of which he had been temporarily disconnected: “I am good.”
NABAJYOTISAIKIA, is a compliment used in South Africa and means: “I respect you, I cherish you. You matter to me.” In response, people say SHIKOBA, which is: “So, I exist for you.”
Oh my heart.
(Source: enigmatic-being, via blackdotwhite)
11:59 pm • 15 May 2014 • 194,653 notes
“I thought I had gotten over you. I had gotten over you, and was doing better. Then I heard your name today and everything came back. How did I get here again?”
— Don’t want to be here
1:01 am • 15 May 2014
“…she wanted many more things than the love of one human being — the sea, the sky.”
— Virginia Woolf, from The Voyage Out (via violentwavesofemotion)
1:26 am • 13 May 2014 • 3,475 notes
“The day I bought my cane, I realized
I was through with the burden of feet. Instead,
I am going to become a mermaid.
I have always liked the ocean, the promise
of depth. I am tired of this dry world,
all of this dust and sickness, these barren fields.
I want to dive without drowning.
I want men to carve me into the bows of their ships
like a prayer, before I lure them into the depths
with my fishnet mouth. I want the beauty,
the gorgeous mutation, the fairytale of half body.
All the wisdom of a woman, without the failures of sex.
I am plunging. I am not coming up for air.
I do not want all this human,
my legs move like they resent being legs,
my body is wrecked by all this gravity.
I cannot face another morning waking up
with no hope of a fairytale. Here on land,
I cannot breathe. Here on land,
I am always drowning.”
— Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
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8:10 pm • 4 May 2014 • 2,960 notes