Exploring the Infinite Abyss.

"all these people who seem so in love well i am not. memorizing my shoes in a cigarette shop."

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 02:52:55 -0500

“all these people who seem so in love
well i am not.
memorizing my shoes in a cigarette shop.”

- r.a. (via liveloverockroll) (via notarobotbutaghost)

Last night I dreamt I was smoking a cigarette

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 13:14:24 -0500

and when I awoke I couldn’t breathe.

Remember, Remember the 5th of November...

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 13:09:19 -0500

constantwanderlust:

bone-zone:

In the mid-1700s, the 5th of November was one of Boston’s most popular holidays. On that day, apprentices and young men paraded through town with giant effigies of the Devil, the Pope, and current political scapegoats, demanding coins from householders and passersby.

At nightfall, Boston’s North End and South End gangs met in the middle of town and brawled. The winners hauled away the other side’s paraphernalia and burned all the effigies in a festive bonfire.

(via The Bostonian Society)

Here, here Boston.

(via supersonicelectronic)

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 13:07:45 -0500

(via supersonicelectronic)

reckless existance

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 02:51:58 -0500

perpetually confused
wanting to run forward
or turn back
without a contentment
for what is.

gpoyw-nom on the planet edition.

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 12:27:54 -0500

gpoyw-nom on the planet edition.

November third was a tuesday;

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 00:54:00 -0500

I felt so many things.

His face buried in my neck—
that warmth;
my lips
pressed against the back
of his hand.

The stillness in the inches
between his voice
and my own.
My soul
drinking his words
like red wine, savoring
each dizzy drop.

"I want to beg of you much as I can to be patient toward all that’s unsolved in your heart, and learn..."

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 00:26:50 -0500

“

I want to beg of you much as I can to be patient
toward all that’s unsolved in your heart,
and learn to love the questions themselves,
like locked rooms, or like books that are
written in a very foreign tongue.

Do not seek the answers, which cannot be given you,
because you would not be able to live them,
and the point is to live everything.

Live the question now,
perhaps you will then, gradually, without noticing it,
live along some distant day into the answer.

”

- Rainer Maria Rilke (via omgitsjpax) (via quote-book) (via shany) (via amandoline

"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to..."

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 00:24:19 -0500

“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”

- Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via alexash)

The Sanderson Sisters.

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:42:09 -0500

The Sanderson Sisters.

Photo

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:41:42 -0500

Autumn is at my throatin my eyes; my ears.

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:41:13 -0500

Autumn is at my throat
in my eyes; my ears.

North end

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:39:48 -0500

North end

I can never go home again.

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:38:50 -0500

I can never go home again.

Remember that day.

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:38:13 -0500

Remember that day.

the way I see it.

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:37:43 -0500

the way I see it.

I finally got a couple rolls of film developed, this one’s...

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:37:05 -0500

I finally got a couple rolls of film developed, this one’s from summer.

notarobotbutaghost: breakfastinbed:crooooooooow:thedailywhat THI...

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 02:08:28 -0500

notarobotbutaghost:

breakfastinbed:crooooooooow:thedailywhat

THIS. CAN I MAKE THIS INTO A TSHIRT, PLEASE?!

(even if it is a little wrong)

anastasivictoria: (via)

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 20:32:03 -0500

anastasivictoria:

(via)

notarobotbutaghost: I need a sunday morning breakfast buddy…. one of my favorite things ever is to...

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 19:15:05 -0500

notarobotbutaghost:

I need a sunday morning breakfast buddy…. one of my favorite things ever is to wake up on sundays after a night out, go get a huge cup of coffee with someone, and just talk about life.

Dear Taylor-

If we lived within even a 20 mile radius of one another, I would be delighted to do sunday morning breakfasts. I think we’d have a lot of life to discuss. Until then, I’m working on teleportation.

Sincerely,
Sarah