We take up the task eternal

Nineteen in New Orleans. Sculpture major and future homesteader. Lover of boxing, grappling, bears, music, art, literature, philosophy and nature.

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Spring brought the rain Summer brought the fall Foxes said goodbye to their homes Almost been a year My love for you has grown And this weathered photograph is all I have to show

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Vintage Blog

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I'm finally heading home after a nearly nineteen-hour warehouse shift, and you know what? I feel fine. Not even remotely resentful or frustrated. Just light-headed from lack of sleep. If it weren't for that, I think I'd have kept working for another hour at least. It feels good to work, especially alone. I've spent so much of the past year just waiting, just treading water and hoping for the best. It feels good to have problems that I can actually confront and conquer. Having a fuck ton of shit to do is worlds better than wondering whether your feelings are still reciprocated. It beats being alone and accepting that the majority of your relationships are dead. It beats putting your whole life on hold in hopes of somehow recovering things that are probably long past. It beats questioning every decision you've made since graduating high school. My boss was pissed when I told him I'd probably have to work til midnight - said that no one should have to work that late, and that he'd talk to my immediate supervisor. God knows what he'll think when he finds out I stayed past three in the morning. I hope he doesn't chew anyone out on my behalf. Everyone I work with always offers to stay late and help me, supervisor included, and I always turn them down. They have families to go home to. People who love them are waiting for them. All that's waiting for me is a shower and an empty bed - hardly worth going home for. And besides, I like my work. I like the rough hum of the forklift engine and the stillness at night. I like listening to podcasts and audiobooks as I work with my hands. I like singing aloud in the empty warehouse. There are far worse things than honest work.

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Waiting for the fight (via Osaka Ian)

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Vampire Metamorphosis II - Takato Yamamoto

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Thank you for the memories

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I can feel my heart hardening by the day. I can feel myself changing. And even though I have the strength to prevent it, though I have the power to remain soft, vulnerable, accessible - I don't think I will. Whatever I'm becoming must be better than what I am: neglected, ignored, sad and tired. Continuing to believe in someone against all contrary evidence is exhausting. I am losing faith. And I continue to regret not losing it earlier.

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I woke up sad this morning. Taking a walk didn't help much. The rain ruined my chances of hiking, but now that the rain's stopped, the weather is beautiful. All soft light through thin clouds, and its reflection in the road... I think I'll take a drive. I think I'll keep driving until I'm in a better place, or at least until I'm ready to go home and try again.

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Japan#47_The fight (via DanÅke Carlsson)

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Cape Nelson Lighthouse, Australia | by Rene Bieder

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Fucking ignorant and arrogant of me to think that I could continue to be important to another person. Who the fuck am I to make another person happy? When did I start silently believing that I had that ability? When did it become important to me? Fuck this whole thing, everyone should go back to where they're happy and I'll go live in a fucking cave until I forget the embarrassment of having invested my heart in human beings

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firewatch

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Bee lets play this