Scraps of Paper

Lighting, space, music, thoughts.

[sourcelumens]

I wonder if we'll be 60 - somethings...randomly posting on Tumblr?

[sourcelumens]

I know the words aren't meant for me...

and

yet

they

linger

[sourcelumens]

For a mediocre white guy, I’ve lived a lot of lives

[sourcelumens]

I've lived at least a dozen lives. Cats ain't got nothin on me.

[vexheart]

This

[sourcelumens]

The Million versions of ourselves stamped throughout space and time and how fucking normal that is....

[sourcelumens]

Someday

[detailedart]

Sixteen lovers and one who craves - stone softness

[metamorphesque]

The Pomegranate Trees, William Saroyan

[salmonella-destroyer-of-worlds]

[dvrknessabides]

dancing in the dying light

Abq 2018

[sourcelumens]

Picking up breadcrumbs

[sourcelumens]

For Some People...

You will never be quite a real person.

You will not be flesh and bone.

You will not be a voice to hear.

You will not have ears to hear them.

You will be an idea.

And this idea is vast; it's big enough to fit all of their aspirations, all of their visions of a happier life—an idea so rich and perfect it becomes too precious to ever be lost.

In that way, the idea called you is far more precious than even you are.

The problem is...we all have a lot of ideas. Most of them never happen.

[metamorphesque]

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[theleoisallinthemind]

James Turrell’s “Aten Reign” at the Guggenheim

[sourcelumens]

Someone who wants to look up with me. Be there.

In that moment.

Nothing more.

[sourcelumens]

I have always been a more potent fantasy than reality. I’m wanted in the abstract, never as a man of flesh and bone.

[sourcelumens]

I can only be blamed for so much sadness