February 2012
4 posts
January 2012
2 posts
December 2011
2 posts
…as the scent fades i drive my nose deeper and deeper into the creases of my hand where the memories of softly sliding across your fresh skeleton are hidden away.
i delighted in picking through your bones to find the spaces i could hide in so that i could quickly rush to every centimeter of yourself when you remember exactly why you forgot me in the first place…
November 2011
7 posts
travelling isnt about sightseeing
its about challenging yourself to expand beyond your comfortabilities and pushing yourself to a new level of self-actualization. its not easy, and thats the beauty of it.
way more beautiful than a stupid rock formation or an limitless ocean.
barman
he laughed a laugh that had laughed at every possible joke and fallacy life could have thrown at him. heartfelt and tired, it was the only honest thing i had found in this city. his brow had lines as deep as canyons and it seemed that life had resigned to marking his face, for they could not mark his soul. his voice was cool; both superior and refreshing. he gleefully opened up the tomb and...
Coffe shop girl.
she just observes, those pretty blue eyes that hold oceans the world over. she knows life and living and contains it in the soul of her eye. in this room she is the focal point, everything is revolving around her. she is blissfully unaware to the power she holds. the guilt is washed away by the waves of her ocean eyes.
I hope she doesnt realize I’m staring.
I would walk up to her,...
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Why don’t you just come home.
He clicked off another message. What was he searching for? How long had it been? Probably a few months, but it felt like years. His mind was nothing but an overflowing bucket now. Ideas and ideas and ideas and ideas splashed upon the canvas walls of his onceanoffice home. They were never finished ideas though. Actually doing anything with them was never as much fun...
October 2011
2 posts
1 tag
September 2011
10 posts
7 tags
A black cat lay curls-circle
under the short lemon tree
basking in bake-sun rays
dreaming kitty catnip dreams
3 tags
adventure time is now > spongebob squarepants
sorry dude.
real estate
the hardest lesson ive ever had to learn,
is to stand by silently while a house burns.
not to rush in with buckets of water
in hopes to put out the unending fires,
but just observe the red and orange tongues
lick the innocence from the little ones.
August 2011
4 posts
4 tags
5 tags
House Haller/Haller Jurgen and Peter Plattner
cabbagerose:
Mellau, Austria
via: metamusings
To her, ages ago.
Your body is electric with Passion pulsing like waves With every pass of my lips Across your beckoning body Slowly slanting your back into The bed beneath you, every breath Calling your lean figure closer To the light, as it glides from The burning bulbs to land on The soft circles of your face Where I find myself drawn Into the dense coals of Your discovering eyes A cool breeze blows through the...
July 2011
3 posts
New York
The office was monotonous as usual. I spent my time bouncing between electronic devices and socializing through pre-determined fonts and type-face emotions. The regular hustle and bustle of confused adolescents, over-bearing parents, and my working peers had become my new silence. I slowly built up a resistance to those around me and looked at everyone from a pedestal that assured me I was above...
i want to watch sci fi movies so badly. give me...
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June 2011
2 posts
i will forever have a hard time being a bad guy in...
im playing fall out new vegas and i cant even bring my self to be a bad guy. i feel to real life guilty.
May 2011
13 posts
rain.
adhere to the ways of the sky and
let it call your attention upward
as it falls slam pop on the ground
slam pop on its way down
Fantastically Humbling
Goodness I am feeling nothing but intense nostalgia for something that is either mountainous or located within the 90’s. I can’t actually explain this feeling, but as I sit in my internship and stare at a man whose artwork is interesting and apparently world-renowned I begin to wonder why I never heard of him before.
My mind then wanders to those omnipresent delusions of grandeur and I find myself...
WatchYour Own Hero
Watchvanuch:
My band, Year On A Mountain.
Do not let the nationalistic and jingoistic...
April 2011
19 posts
Big Fish is one of the most under appreciated...