décembre 2011
25 billets
Somewhere along the way I lost something that was too heavy to carry, now I walk and I walk and I walk to fill the hole that seems to burn with every step. Somehow I was left with something also; I keep coming back to the same places, I keep finding myself pressed under the same heaviness. I’m not very certain about what comes next, what comes after the weight is lifted, all I know best is...
I once knew a man who had a tree’s limbs and a face full of bark. Each crack in his surface revealed the sun, and each movement produced a crack somewhere throughout him… until one day he took a step and vanished into sunlight.
“All the powers in the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands...”
– Swami Vivekananda (via lucifelle)
I’m going to start a fire and burn all my cares away.
thefiredrill:
video games / bombay bicycle club
“Too little of you
and my goodness, far too much
of everyone else.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
buriedinwinter:
Pale Blue Eyes | The Velvet...