1. “Three of the four elements are shared by all creatures, but fire was a gift to humans alone. Smoking cigarettes is as intimate as we can become with fire without immediate excruciation. Every smoker is an embodiment of Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and bringing it on back home. We smoke to capture the power of the sun, to pacify Hell, to identify with the primordial spark, to feed on them arrow of the volcano. It’s not the tobacco we’re after but the fire. When we smoke, we are performing a version of the fire dance, a ritual as ancient as lightning.”
    ― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker

  2. (Source: rae-writes)


  3. "That’s why she’s in love with you, you know… There were a lot of other boys, but they didn’t scare her. She rather frightened them, I think. You’re very different. But I think you frightened her, and that’s why she likes you."
    — Aurelia Plath, Sylvia (via mythofdevotion)

    (Source: hellanne, via palmsofpaper)


  4. I can’t believe how many times I’ve had to defend feminism while talking to my young female friends. What is this ignorance?


  5. Haunt; purpose filled hollow hearts just keep breaking

    due to the lack of
    holes in my head

    my breathing gains depth
    when thoughts of you;

    crossing blank streets and
    painting black canvas


    paint you
    paint me; us,

    One time four months ago I swear I heard you whisper into the rain “let me love him forever someone, anyone.”

    i must have been approaching
    it must have been night
    nothingness is the only campaign
    of this hollow reality and you’re
    a beautiful distraction.

    distraction bends bends bends bends bends bends bends and
    breaks you.

    you are an endless haunting.
    an endeavor that was
    never meant


  6. the devil could be rebelling against gods corrupt ways. We never know who is the good guy because you know what they say about who writes history. you never know. not that i believe in them in the first place just an interesting argument against christians. but arguments against christians never really work anyways due to lack of rational thought.


  7. when i think back. damn i loved everything about you. 

    i loved when you had a cold and would wipe your nose with your hand

    and we’d make i contact and both laugh. 

    then id say im sorry your sick

    and youd say i love you

    and nothing mattered. 

    when it ended and shit like that

    ceased to exist i was liek damn

    what the fuk
    what the fuck
    what the fuxk

    i didn’t know.

    i still don’t.

    like help me please be with me 
    i really want you more than 1 billion dolars 

  8. oldgray:


    gonna give this patch to a boy in hopes he will be like “wow you’re cool” or at least that’s the plan


    if that was my patch id be so happy and tears

    (via karmapoilce)


  9. my insomnia won’t let me lose this staring contest with the man on the moon every night



  10. train ticket

    girl, i do
    love you.

    but damn,
    i just can’t

    so i will
    when you


  11. you’ll probably never read it, but here it is


    the dots of red wine
    on your undershirt,
    actually my
    that I left at your place,

    they don’t suit you,
    your eyes are too
    you should be in
    business casual,
    leaning over the
    side of a ferry,
    as the sun


  12. PSA

    At the bar, a man looked at his friend and yelled “Dude, I would tear that ass up!” His friend replied with “I know man I would hit that hard.” This had me thinking, who the fuck came up with this shit?

    The euphemisms men use to describe sex with a woman are hideous and should be addressed. I can’t think of one that lacks the theme of violence.


  13. why are you sad kid

    why are you sad kid?
    with each step your heart
    trails behind, melting into
    the soil.

    your once full soul decreasing
    in volume every second, minute,
    month, and year.

    a brokenness no one is quite
    trained or specialized to fix.
    so the only option is to
    patch it up with doctors’
    prescriptions and self

    A heart once motivated to
    beat now regrets every
    blood cell coursing through
    those veins.

    and they love you so much
    yet you have lost all understanding
    of what that really means.

    All loved fogged by only a
    heavy tiredness, never fading

    why are you sad kid?
    if only you knew how much they
    really loved you.  


  14. I really want for you
    to think of me at 11:11
    and that’s all I can
    ask for.

    It’s midnight now and
    I am here wondering
    if you thought of me
    at 11:11.

    I think you did.
    You may not have.
    I am worried,
    I only wanted 
    one minute.

    It’s 4:00 a/m now and
    I won’t sleep

    I hope you did. 


  15. self-efficacy

    and so it seems,
    that my delicate lucidity
    is simply slipping someplace,
    lost within my childhood dreams.

    and so i feel myself eroding
    like a desperate father
    masquerading and
    drowning in his own loathing.

    and now i am certain,
    time is simply slipping away
    behind some beautiful blue curtain,
    tears forever full of
    this relentless and heavy burden.

    i am a tree that is idle,
    fruitless and weak,
    counting my leaves and
    dreaming of revival. 

    i still can hear your heartbeat
    and so i decide to fight sleep
    so I can keep it on repeat
    inside of our old bed sheets. 

    my heart longs to harmonize with you.
    my body yearns to touch you.
    forever haunted by the view of
    your eyes, perfect and blue.

    this is another poem for
    you my love;

    for you are the brightest star
    wherever I gaze above.