So, this is my life ...

"I myself am made entirely of flaws stitched together with good intentions." ~Augusten Burroughs

[focusedandfearless]

[werenotreallystrangers]

[theintrovertnation]

[champagnepapucho-deactivated201]

[wheredoesthegoodgo]

[fuckyeahpoetryslam]

“You have my permission not to love me; I am a cathedral of deadbolts and I’d rather burn myself down than change the locks.”

— Rachel McKibbens, “Letter from My Brain to My Heart” (via poetrist)

[quotefeeling]

“Once you’ve taken a few punches and realize you’re not made of glass, you don’t feel alive unless you’re pushing yourself as far as you can go.”

— Matt Buckner, Green Street Hooligans (2005)

[quotemadness]

“You are a minute of quiet in a loud shouting world.”

— Gabriel Gadfly

[philosophomoric]

“the ways you have learned to survive may not be the ways you wish to continue to live“

[i-wrotethisforme]

You still think about it every day. You think about it less and less every day, but it’s still every day. What about 3 years ago though? What did you think about every day back then, because it wasn’t this, was it? And whatever it was, you probably don’t still think about it every day, do you? You might not even remember what it was that you couldn’t stop thinking about 3 years ago today. But that’s the point. Things that take up our entire life today, things that destroy us and feel like the literal end of the world, will mean nothing one day. One day, we might not even remember them.

[quotemadness]

“The sky is so tragically beautiful. A graveyard of stars.”

— Unknown

[thebookquotes]

I am tired. These people make me feel I have a hole in the middle of me.

— D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent

[cameronbeyrent]

“I flip open the book in front of me and land on a picture of Peter Pan leading Wendy out her window to Neverland, which warms and breaks my heart at the same time. It reminds me of my childhood, and when I believed in shit like that. When I believed that when something goes wrong and the monsters decide to come for you, some fantastical imaginary friend from the box of VHS tapes under the tv would somehow just know that you were in trouble and would come to your rescue. It’s such a bitch when the day comes where you finally have to shed your fantasies, and no matter how long you try and put it off, you eventually and unfortunately have to grow up. Because after your teenage years start melting away, after all the beer bongs, backseats and premature broken hearts, life will inevitably start dragging you kicking and screaming headfirst into adulthood, and you have no say in the matter. There’s no rewind button, and you can only put yourself on pause for so long after the moment when you realize that your parents aren’t super heroes and that they aren’t always going to be there to fight your battles for you. There’s always going to be periods of time in life when it’s going to be just you, and that if you’re going to make it, you have to be your own hero within a reality that can be so hard to stomach. In my heart I know that nobody’s going to come rescue me from this, and that it really is all up to me. Nobody’s going to come for me in the way that I want them to. Nobody’s going to save me. So whatever, fuck it. I guess I’ll just do it myself. I’ll save me instead. But god fucking damn it, I wish he was real. I wish that I was someone’s Wendy Darling. I wish that someone braver and stronger than me would show up out of the blue and rush me off to the sky and to a place where I would be young forever. But it was in that moment, this moment, that I let the fantasies fade and accepted the reality that I’ve stumbled into, and that I will learn how to fight my monsters on my own if I have to. But if for whatever reason all our fantasies ever decide to switch places with our bitter realities, and it does actually fucking happen, if I ever break free from this rusty cage and fly, then so help me God, if you’re like me and you’re ever in trouble, expect me, because I will fucking come back for you. I promise. I let out a melodramatic sigh and roll my eyes at myself and my constant stream of overly-analytical poetic thoughts. I stare at the picture for a few seconds, reluctantly pick up a green crayon off the table, and slowly begin adding color to the blank page.”

— CAMERON BEYRENT, AN EXCERPT FROM CAGED BOY SINGS: A MEMOIR. NOW AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/Caged-Boy-Sings-Cameron-Beyrent-ebook/dp/B087Z51P2N/ref=sr_1_1?crid=319JJ9ALM0VW6&dchild=1&keywords=caged+boy+sings&qid=1590080047&sprefix=caged+boy+sings%2Caps%2C385&sr=8-1

[twin-fox]

Someone put red paint on the "Serve and Protect" sculpture at the Salt Lake City police building and it is such a powerful statement.

"Good art should disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed." -C.A.C.

[tvandfilm]

[seraphic-diaries]

13.4.20

Y’all know I only post original content on here unless I feel like it’s important to share. Take it in ✨

[spidaerman]

She gets it.