A Premeditated Murder of Minutes

Portland, OR. Hockey fan, book lover, lady with a deep curiosity about humans and this whole goddamn world. Far more graceful in water than on land. Solid blanket fort architect. Dog lover. Cat lover also. (You don’t have to be just one). I'd give just about anything to go to space someday. Smells and the way they connect to emotion and memory are important to me in a way I have a hard time understanding or adequately explaning. I like trains and road trips and exploring abandoned places. Hardcore romantic that tries to pretend like I’m not. Wino. Far too sentimental for my own good. Occasional insomniac. Fiercely loyal. Might be good in a fight. These are the bullet points of understanding a girl called Alix. Subject to change without warning. Spend a lot of time on trains and buses, so if you want to recommend a podcast, album, or book?? You definitely should.

[catsbeaversandducks]

🎶 “Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there’s only love in the dark…” 🎶

By Chuck The Duck 

[fivevotesdown]

In my defence, the moon was full and I was left unsupervised.

[with-grace-and-guts]

[baremyart]

Egon Schiele: Hug (1912)

[housmania]

Tip: This Valentine’s Day, don’t be romantic. Be Romantic! Recite Lord Byron on the edge of a barren cliff! Feel the gusts of the thunderstorm blow through your hair as you sob! Become a reclusive poet who trusts no one and is only seen at 2 am, wandering half-dressed through the streets and muttering in Old High German! Drown your lonely heart in laudanum and die at age 34 of tuberculosis, martyrdom in a small and ill-fated revolution, or wasting away from a disease that makes you look wan but poetic! Forget “forever alone”: You’ll always have your haunting past, your wasted ambitions, and the melancholy of a life unlived to keep you company!

[joethornton]

└ 02/06/18 │golden knights @ penguins│welcome back flower

[untrustyou]

Visit Original Link

James Blake - Limit to your Love

[vadym-malash]

Together again😊

[ninjaomelet]

20. draw a hockey player as a tarot card

judgement: you can’t do that

(not exactly a player but. they’re in there)

prompt from @monthofhockeyart

[chromolume]

under full brechtianism the audience is brought to a state of detachment such that they don’t applaud but just say “mood”

[artstoria]

Gian Lorenzo Bernini, The Rape of Proserpina, 1621-22

[yesterdaysprint]

The Owl in The Attic and Other Perplexities, James Thurber, 1931  

[fuckyeahanarchistbanners]

[soundsnaked]

Source: @eleanorbandey

[coltre]

[thelovejournals]

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.

Rachel C. Lewis (via wordsnquotes)

[yesdarlingido]

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.

Rainer Maria Rilke (via yesdarlingido)