#mooneyedandglowing

[matthew-pasquarello]

mooneyedandglowing 

met again. scuff marks on collared shirts forgiving all that sometimes happens and one-in-a-million alters right turns when a left would've sufficed.

but in industrial park vacant lots where streetlights glow and congregate, talking shit and giggles post-storm or calm on any given night

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

mooneyedandglowing replied to your post “:((”

Sending love your way. ♡

Thank you so much.  I knew I was in over my head but I didn’t expect to lose almost all of them over the long weekend. Btw, I’d love to see both of your looks, or combine them: Corporate Biker!

[marxsound]

the Gentry....

according to an old story, the Gentry are the true owners of what we call ireland long ago they just left-somewhere somewhen who could know- ya know? someday the Gentry will return AND  when they do they will grab the broom the dust pan the scrub-brush and the sponges and proceed to clean up the old place JUST LIKE it was when they left.......  all the houses and farms and pubs... all the roads and schools all of it(all of us) only dust and mold and cobwebs to them..... for a while i was playing some rather bitter tunes i called “calling forth the Gentry”    kinda past that now   2morrow gonna post trk2 from elephant tutus “the Gentry at  play”   cheers

[mooneyedandglowing]

Enter the bruise of men. Enter that you do not feel in your body anymore. Enter that you are trying to kill everything beautiful about it until not even God will want you back.

Moriah Pearson, from Rehearsal, Rust + Moth Spring 2016 Issue

[chungoscrungus]

You're fairly brilliant, you know that?

Well. :) I’d like to think so! Haha.

You’re too much! I sincerely appreciate it.

[smokeringsofmemory]

About a year ago, I went through one of the most difficult times of my life. Moriah Pearson, the author of this book, helped me got me through a lot of it. Reading someone with as much heartfelt empathy as hers is absolutely necessary for becoming a better person in a time of hell. 

If you haven’t checked her out, and if you’re going through some things (especially like heartache), please read her. She knows what it’s like, guys. Her words can match your feelings. Here’s a link to her blog. 

http://mooneyedandglowing.tumblr.com

With love, 

Patience 

[to-splinters]

your poetry is gorgeous.

Aah, thank you so much!

[whereallofmegoes]

Your gaze awoke the music in me

Hush your eyes said when you looked at me and everything stopped screaming in me, silence for the first time in a while and I could breathe again I could hear again the small bird in my ribcage that barely moved for years fluttered so hard my ghosts started dancing rushing on the blood floor and every cell throbbed to the beat of life in your voice