Best of Luck

I never use this thing anymore. warning: if you're easily triggered don't go hella deep into my pages. I was an emo lil shit when I made this blog but at the same time I like the transformation

[thebestoftumbling]

When Leia Isn’t Home (x)

[journeyofthepoet]

This better not get cut out of the new movie.

[literal-ghost]

I saw the clarinet and thought “please be what I hope it is”. I was not disappointed.

[squarepeglife]

this is the kind of quality content i’m looking for on tumblr

[ferretfyre]

@phoenixavalon

[one-and-only-resident]

Leave Me Something to Remember you by

Isn’t it scary to think that someday we’ll only be distant images of each other? Our existences will have combined, but for just a moment in the clockwork of time. The first thing that I’ll forget is your voice. My mind will flit through the words you spoke to me, going through the expressions of your vocals. Eventually, it will just disappear altogether. Your mouth will move but the words will be silent, because I can’t quite grasp what your voice once was. Next will be the moments we shared, and for obvious reasons the positive ones will go faster. I’ll be stuck, for a short while, with still images of you. And I’ll hold on tightly, with all of my strength, to your memory. But finally, you’ll slip. You’ll slide between my fingers like dust and sail away to explore a different ocean, like you did when we parted from each other all those years ago. And I’ll be sad for a time, with reopened wounds and regret clouding my thoughts. I’ll miss your memory, just like I miss your touch. Then a feeling of melancholy will hit me like a train. The only memory I have is your name. And I will keep it bound in my chains, hidden under lock and key. I refuse to let it go, because that’s the closest I can be to you now. Now that both you and your memory have left me. I have realized now that I was never meant to be apart of you. That’s okay, but I can’t help wishing you’d left me with more.

~ “leave me something to remember you by”

- m.s.

Something I wrote years ago and left to get dusty in my drafts… I edited it a tiny bit but other than that it’s still in its original form. Sorry that it’s one big block.

[lockscreenlock]

[aspectofadreamer]

raptor toy box illustration by Jonathan Kuo

[anexperimentallife]

Tell me again about how “dinosaurs aren’t as cool or scary now that we know they had feathers.” JFC these guys are simultaneously beautiful and terrifying.

[where-the-weird-art-is]

[one-and-only-resident]

Funny that my most reblogged post is a makeout gif. Of all my posts. Typical lol

[kushandwizdom]

Okay cool you're attractive, but are you interested in nature, the universe, holistic health, spirituality, peace, compassion and raising consciousness?

[0rient-express]

[natureac]

This blog will make you feel at peace

[captvinvanity]

Bloods Lake | Kyle Sipple

[yourcatharsis]

[hilariouslyprofound]

“He died doing what he loved” would be a horrible thing to say at a drug addicts funeral.

NumberZtv (via hilariouslyprofound)

[themindsjournalposts]

I said to my Soul

Beautiful and profound poetry by T.S.Eliot from East Coker

http://themindsjournal.com/i-said-to-my-soul/

[rothly]

Few See Farther

I am an ocean Leagues deep And few see past The euphotic depths Of me

[luv-of-fate]

Silence is not my weakness.

[eloquentsadness-blog]

[weisserpoetry]

Good Coffee

Sipping my coffee, I watched a man order his drink. Eavesdropping on his conversation, I quickly pulled out my notebook to jot down his words. A profound short story with an insightful conclusion can be heard in the most unlikely of places.

“I had this friend in college, after every beer, he would look at the can for a bit then toss it in the trash. He always did that. After awhile I asked him, "What are you looking for?” He replied, “The answers..” He had a miserable life.“

- Anna Weisser

[meadgmovie]

This Is Earl

We’ve been friends co-workers since we were little.

[one-and-only-resident]

Why wouldn’t anyone want a thumbs up from Earl? He’s practical, perverse, and profound.