my daydream

try, try, try

Time

My mind may wander to you
And in those moments
Time slows down
To a grinding
Fucking
Standstill
Make of it what you will.

Worth? Not worth? Sent the project at least.

Worth? Not worth? Sent the project at least.

lust4mtns:

Green Lake Glacier and Green Lake by wanderflechten on Flickr.

You are
Important
To a lot of people

emkaymlp:

The new Smash Bros. game is gonna be amazing!


Please be real.

emkaymlp:

The new Smash Bros. game is gonna be amazing!

Please be real.

(via oestranhomundodek)

4:11am

More each day
Ive wanted you
Wristband wasp
Burning skin below
Pulled hair and squeeze
Like you want me, like
Trying to lick my elbow.

Grimes – Skin (4,161 plays)

highrelease:

Grimes | Skin

It meant everything to me.

Download

Paper trails.

It is so cathartic desyroying the last 12 years of financial, employment, tax, health cover, personal and medical history. I realize it’s not erasing anything but it feels like I am washing these things clean of my life and my mind. Every piece I abandon, release, destroy, and remove from myself and my life makes the next move easier. The next move could be anything or nothing but the feeling I can make that movement easily feels liberating. Fuck the paper trail, fuck the system and fuck these standards of record keeping that mean absolutely nothing to me and never have. Its meaningless to mention now, but so essential too, that before he left he erased every journal and blog, as many accounts as he could, and any trace he’d left on the universe that he was ever here. That feels like and has felt like wisdom beyond his or my years; erasure of existence. Like somehow acknowledges when we are gone nothing will matter to us, but more importantly that to us the universe never will have been either, nothing will have at all. Sipping tea and shredding, burning and tearing up every trace of me. I feel like I cant let myself be reduced down into paperwork and my writing and drawings and footsteps when I am gone. I have NO idea what I am doing. I feel disconnected, and connected, some strange sirens call shrieking, and I’d be so lucky to drown I feel, if I went toward the call and just kept going. I miss being told I am kind by a certain someone, or thing, and as the days roll I forget which it was and have to tell myself these things - paper trails wont remind me who I am or that I deserve to be loved and missed and longed after. Paper trails don’t prove shit to me like a hand on my cheek holding gently.

I wont ever forget you, probably cant anyway.

I wont ever forget you, probably cant anyway.

"I swear I’m okay. I’m just tired. And no, not just the kind of tired where I’ve had a long day, but the kind of tired where I slept for 7 hours last night, and yet, I feel as though I haven’t had a good night’s rest in months. The kind of tired where taking a deep breath feels like carrying twice my body weight. The kind of tired where I feel as though I’ve been searching for you as if you were the last piece of buried treasure on this earth. The kind of tired that I fear no amount of sleep can ever cure."

ConnotativewordsWeak and Weary (via exoticwild)

Im ok, just tired. This captures that feeling I wake up to each morning.

(via killerhippies)

Today is a very, very beautiful day.

Today is a very, very beautiful day.

In the depths of winter I found that within me lay an invincible summer.
Albert Camus

3:51

Sometimes I get tired
Laying here waiting
Thinking of you dreaming
Wishing it was your side
That I was beside holding.
Sometimes I get so fucking tired.

(via neogohann)