Fews and two

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[fews-and-two]

NOW PLAYING: The Cure - To Wish Impossible Things

[fews-and-two]

a park bench full of people that I don't even know maybe a few of them and the night is young and the minds are awake and the blood is empowered with beer and whiskey and vodka there's music playing in the background people are moving about talking laughing drinking and what is this?

[fews-and-two]

i keep watching you

and it's strange

how rarely you seem to notice

[fews-and-two]

it is a strange feeling indeed to realize you're basically alone and not to know the reason that drives the people away from you over and over again

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it was raining that night and you were beautiful the way you walked and talked and your hair in the wind made me smile like an idiot but in a good way

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el dorado

i walked a lone street 't was around midnight on a warm late-spring eve i tracked my feet with my eyes to keep them from running away

i blinked once and the road was gold pure gold blocks smoothed by time and i raised my eyes and saw the golden walls and golden bridge with golden lions at the gates they roared but they moved not and the roar boomed victorious

[fews-and-two]

the mantra

and the smoke improves the sight of the third eye

and the smoke improves the sight of the third I

and I am I and who am I

and the universe is born from the eternal vulva of light

and the black hole forms from the ashes of mind

and the I and the eye are closed

[fews-and-two]

do you remember how we used to sit on a bench above the sea and watch the ships and the moon and the clouds we were younger, then

i loved you so much and you loved me too but we've lost it now and it feels so terrible to think about you and not to be able to stop

[fews-and-two]

It wasn't as if he hated her. He didn't - it might have been the exact opposite, perhaps, once. He wanted her, that was true. He also wanted never to see her again, somehow. To balance, he bent over backwards more than too often. And yet, he didn't mind, apparently. Most of the time. When he did mind, the bitterness was strong. Better than hate, he thought. He wasn't sure if it really was bitterness and not hate, though. He hoped he was a better man than the one who hates. But he could never tell which one he really was.

[sixteensmallstepstohappiness]

1. Push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. Go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise. 2. Push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. Wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable. 3. Erase processed food from your diet. Start with no lollies, chips, biscuits, then erase pasta, rice, cereal, then bread. Use the rule that if a child couldn’t identify what was in it, you don’t eat it. 4. Get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. Fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. Sit and eat it and do nothing else. 5. Stretch. Start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. Roll your head. Stretch your fingers. Stretch everything. 6. Buy a 1L water bottle. Start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice. 7. Buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. Write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. No detail is too small. 8. Strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. Put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. Make your bed in full. 9. Organize your room. Fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. Light a beautiful candle. 10. Have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. Wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. Lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck. 11. Push yourself to go for a walk. Take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. Smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. Bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. Realise you can learn from your dog. 12. Message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. Suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. Push yourself to follow through. 14. Think long and hard about what interests you. Crime? Sex? Boarding school? Long-forgotten romance etiquette? Find a book about it and read it. There is a book about literally everything. 15. Become the person you would ideally fall in love with. Let cars merge into your lane when driving. Pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. Stick your tongue out at babies. Compliment people on their cute clothes. Challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. Then two. Then a week. Walk with a straight posture. Look people in the eye. Ask people about their story. Talk to acquaintances so they become friends. 16. Lie in the sunshine. Daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. Open your eyes. Take small steps to make it happen for you.

Sixteen Small Steps to Happiness (via electric-wish)

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we are what i is

if karma works I do not know but action and reaction are all the same if your soul is one with mine and the universe is two with us so what if we dream?

[aweepingprophet]

Archon

The meaning Be Hind

Thelips. I

Touch, Rests so(ul?)ley in my pocket.

An empty

Purse wait- ing to be filled.

Eye Or

You

[fews-and-two]

the midnight sonata

there comes a point in life when you say to yourself it was enough you've had enough but then you ask yourself what the fuck does enough even mean and it wasn't enough and you walk those empty streets alone followed by a question and an answer you're unable or unwilling to reach and you take just one last hit and the heaven is in your hands or lungs or maybe even the heart as it beats the rhythm of your passing days which you both love and hate without knowing the reason of it all

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And there shall be blank

Do you ever just blank out and forget everything for a moment even to breathe and then you remember that there is a need for breathing but still your brain forgets to actually take a breath and then you finally realize oh shit you're not even breathing and you lack oxygen and you gasp for air as if you just returned from under the surface of the deepest ocean?

[fews-and-two]

the beat of my town

the thought of a city is a movement of the people thru its streets but with their eyes empty the city sleeps with no dreams at all and with their hearts broken the pulse of it is nill

[lovemorefearless]

Don’t explain your philosophy. Embody it.

Epictetus (via azelie)

[fews-and-two]

nameless no. 2

the night was young but we were not inside at least and we knew not what to do with our lives or was it all worth it worth anything and the wine was none and as the spirit of the beatniks past sang to us we closed our eyes and fed on the sound coming from our old stereo and wished for something more or maybe less and at that moment we suddenly realized the sound we were hearing all along was the road calling for us inviting us out there somewhere and anywhere to set us free once again and we knew not how to accept the call but wished to leave this town well behind and finally become one with life