Eating Handfulls Of Foxglove

Why?

[drewithoutyou-blog]

I'm good about trying to forget you in the day, but dreams are uncontrollable. Dreams make you seem perfect, until I wake up and remember you forgot all about me.

[drewithoutyou-blog]

I'll most likely never be whole again

[drewithoutyou-blog]

Got it in the mail today!!

[hellyeahitsrandom]

[drewithoutyou-blog]

LOL

[euph0ric-fantasy-blog-blog]

[drewithoutyou-blog]

Happy birthday....now bottles up.

[drewithoutyou-blog]

Daisy-Brand New (Adventure Club Dubstep Remix)

Even if you're on the fence about this whole dub stuff, I like this. Glad he didn't ruin a good song. 

[drewithoutyou-blog]

Addicted

[drewithoutyou-blog]

I hope you are doing well. I miss talking with you.

I miss you too.

[drewithoutyou-blog]

That small feeling. That closed-eyed small feeling. Do you feel it? What a peculiar life we’ve made for ourselves. Still behind pursed lips we say, “this is normality, this is comfortable.” We gather from everyone their tin buttons and gold trinkets just to show them off from those we stole. Decorate yourself. Sell your thoughts by the penny. Shame. I can feel the earth spinning ever-so-slightly faster, as if she’s trying to rid herself of us.

[drewithoutyou-blog]

The parable of the long spoons

A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, "Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like. "The Lord led the holy man to two doors. He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in. In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water. The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful, but because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths. The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. The Lord said, "You have seen Hell." They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking. The holy man said, "I don't understand." "It is simple" said the Lord, "it requires but one skill. You see, they have learned to feed each other. While the greedy think only of themselves."

[drewithoutyou-blog]

Why? Can I not live in this time period.

[drewithoutyou-blog]

I borrowed a piece of your soul that day. It's written in those pages, it's seen in all of your scribbles. To all of those I've loved and all of those I've lived, the story grows and grows...there is no ending. Just keep scribbling.

[drewithoutyou-blog]

Thanks for validating the second best feeling for the rest of my life.

[drewithoutyou-blog]

The show Portlandia sums up a lot of people's personalities on tumblr. Lol

[drewithoutyou-blog]

Thoughts to words. Words to actions. Actions to results.

Ivey league pursuers, we are. 

Stole strangling Anarchists to our own chains, we’re bound.

Silver spoon devourers, we‘ve been.

Far too long forgotten, we’ve been left out; scattered.

“The devil has your ankle!” she cries.

Be that as he may, I have one free one to move about. 

“As does he yours and God the other.” I reply.

Sorrow for the hindered that take one step from the womb.  

These leeches on our mantle pieces,

Clean us of our impurities, make room for new blood.

Romantics, transcendentalists of this new age.

What happened to the passion these words once had?