Kiss the mountain air we breath

Like a mad scientist got loose change in my head

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Of course I love you, it is my fault that you have not known it all the while.” - Antoine de Saint Exupéry

[portraitsofboston]

     “You can’t change the past, but I’ve had many a time to realize what went wrong, and how I ended up on the streets after almost 20 years of legally being married and then 10 years on and off separated. The relationship I had with my ex-wife was one-sided, so to speak. Mine was a little bit of abuse by a woman, which sounds bizarre, but it was verbal, and I just kept putting up with it until I had enough.”      “Would you like to have your own place?”      “Eventually. And now that I’m talking to you, it makes me think. It’s not so much having my own place. That’s just bricks and stone, and it’s cool and everything. I had my own apartment, and I lived indoors. I think what I would like is to keep traveling, if I just had the money. Once I hit retirement age, I should get about $1,000 a month from Social Security—just from retirement, not disability. I’m not disabled…that I know of. I’m over 62, I have an ID, I’m an American citizen, I’m not in any trouble—real trouble. There’s always some stupid arraignment for a parking ticket you missed or something, but other than that I’m clean. I’ve traveled the country the last five years, old-school—hitchhiking style, buses, walking. But I haven’t traveled in a while, and I’m ready to go. I just don’t know where yet.”  

Boston

[portraitsofboston]

     I talked to this kind, soft-spoken man outside a bus station. He was traveling with an apple branch from a tree that didn’t survive a lightning strike, and he had a couple of tags and a ticket for it.      I said goodbye and went upstairs when a woman who was walking behind me turned to a police officer and reported with an alarmed voice, “There’s a man outside with a six-foot stick in his hand, and he’s just standing there!”      I listened for a while, and then had to intervene and explain that I had just talked to the man who was just waiting for his bus.      “Is he bothering anyone?” the officer asked.      “No.”      “Soliciting? Panhandling?”      “No.”      “But he is just standing there!” the woman repeated, as if standing at a bus station is among the most outrageous things one can do.      I wouldn’t make a big deal out of this incident and post it if this was the first time I’d seen something like this—but it’s not. I walk around a lot, and I spend a lot of time at bus stations, and I’m particularly attuned to certain people.      I’ve noticed that we seem to have taken the constantly glaring “See something, say something”—and applied it to anything that doesn’t fit our narrow notions of how people should look or behave. And all too often, the people who bother us the most are the ones who really don’t want to bother anyone.

[phroyd]

For-Profit Prisons Stand Against Liberty!

Phroyd

[yellowtulipfinch]

Old highways.

[grace--upon--grace]

@derekposey

[weirdnessisgood]

[dogphishead]

a song i heard the ocean sing..

[thebabyanimals]

[goodmorningleftside]

[age-of-self]

[unsounded]

Learning to swim

[darksideoftheshroom-deactivated]

another huge gorgeous electric blue capped Tourmaline on a large Smokey from Pakistan 

[unconditionedconsciousness]

[sacred-portal]

[gifbuster-blog]

Bob Dylan - Blonde on Blonde Album with handwrittenn poem from B.Dylan.

[opaldreamcave]

I want to punch whoever came up with the phrase “the customer is always right” because the customer is wrong, like really fucking wrong, 97% of the time.

[trashedtroubadour]

“I want the tacos with the hard shells” Me:“ ma'am we don’t serve hard shell tacos. We have a soft flour tortilla or soft corn tortilla” “Oh. Then I want the corn. Those are the hard shell ones right?” Me:“no, ma'am, we don’t serve hard shell tacos. We have flour or corn tortillas” “Flour or corn? So…which ones are the hard ones?” -.-.-.- “Hey the lettuce from the salad bar doesn’t taste right.” “Uh sir we don’t have a salad bar. That’s the decorative kale for our salsa bar. It’s not meant to be eaten” “Well if it’s not meant to be eaten why are you serving it?!” “Sir, it’s decorative. We aren’t serving it.” -.-.-.- “What’s this extra charge on my receipt? Why are you charging me extra? I demand to talk to a manager!!” “Sir that’s the tax, it’s 5% in our state.” “No you’re trying to steal from me, I’ll have you fired!” “Sir, it says right there that it’s the tax.” -.-.-.-

[a-beauty-so-frightening]

Good god the list could go on forever

[fondue-me]

“Are these bananas locally grown?”

“We are in Michigan.”

[atticaliveshere]

WELL ARE THEY???

[vethox]

Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It’s not ‘I love you’ for this or that reason, not ‘I love you if you love me.’ It’s love for no reason, love without an object.

Ram Dass (via vethox)