Hi CALICO (one day I’ll be able to say your full name properly)
Bodily Harm With Control
A delicate instrument of relief,
burning quickly when lit,
working silently and gently.
The addiction is tasteless,
the idea is dangerous,
but I am in total control.
The fact that I’m curious,
fits neatly between my lips.
It hangs elegantly in the air,
dancing with the wind and my breath.
I’m working with a lie,
keeping out of sight.
But it’s hard to cover my purpose,
behind a smoky veil.
A grand shadow on my health,
a blackness of lungs,
a discolouring with touch.
The plague will destroy the user,
it murdered my father.
So I savor all the sensations and pleasures,
with a simple exhale,
letting go of my problems,
as to make this slow death worth it.
The place you want to be isn’t clear, but it will be soon.
I protest that I have indeed lost something, continually bitter about my reality as a nightmare with so much going wrong. But I will change, cause its not all that bad, just a speck within the universe.
When anything is blocking my head or there’s worry in my life, I just go sit on Mars or something and look back here at Earth. All you can see is this tiny speck. You don’t see the fear. You don’t see the pain. You don’t see thought. It’s just one solid speck. Then nothing really matters. It just doesn’t.
Heath Ledger (via nightwing890)
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
-Jack Kerouac-
Song I picked up from Skins season 3
I am imagination. I can see what the eyes cannot see. I can hear what the ears cannot hear. I can feel what the heart cannot feel.
Peter Nivio Zarlenga
If there is anything that we wish to change in the child, we should first examine it and see whether it is not something that could better be changed in ourselves.
-Carl Jung-
Cracks not just for the heart
Each day dawns great things, but what do we do about this insignificant crack. The pavement upon which the people tread is ignored, it no longer stands firm, as each footstep begins to leave its mark along the cold grey surface. In the grand shadow of the setting day, the age and colour is visible, it would never be fixed, just destroyed and decayed with time. The ground on which we tread has a similar fate to man.
Dr Horrible
snuh:theartofwar:mahmah:moonandmoon
I never got that chance to just sit on the grass and stare up at the night sky with you.
Citizen Kane
- Charles Foster Kane: You know, Mr. Bernstein, if I hadn't been very rich, I might have been a really great man.
- Thatcher: Don't you think you are?
- Charles Foster Kane: I think I did pretty well under the circumstances.
- Thatcher: What would you like to have been?
- Charles Foster Kane: Everything you hate.
I should make this a habit
I was happy for no good reason today, I walked outside into an overcast day and just smiled, it was just one of those times where my mind forgot about everything bad and I just allowed my whole body to have that sense of joy.
