[trappedamidstmythoughts]

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[trappedamidstmythoughts]

Futile

Eventually I fall No matter how well rested Nor prepared I am I will always fall A long road ahead And behind Tendrils of dark await for my mistake To swallow me whole Perhaps I will let them Someday

[trappedamidstmythoughts]

Screams of starving babes Fall eerily silent On the amorphous mobs And the snow will fall Ere long No funerals held

[trappedamidstmythoughts]

Flaming embers in hurricanes

Men like to test The finality of their breath When the ever increasing entropy ceases them With their hands Monuments rise And wither too And with minds they Put words to ever more Fleeting things Embers live longer On gusts of hurricane winds No reason to waste time On such trivial trite

[art--felt]

I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain and your body is constantly trying to maintain equilibrium. so if one emotion sky rockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit to release that emotion packaged neatly within a tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing that it is even possible to experience so much beauty or love or happiness that your body literally can’t hold on to all of it. So what I’ve learned is that crying signifies that you are feeling as much as humanely possible and that is living to the fullest extent. So keep feeling and cry often and as much as needed

[trappedamidstmythoughts]

Yea that explains why I don't cry

[purplebuddhaproject]

Name the greatest of all inventors. Accident.

Mark Twain (via purplebuddhaproject)

[decalexas]

when u catch urself thinking wistfully about dating and being in love and being c*ddled and how nice that would be

[theliteraryjournals]

I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to.

Henry Rollins, Solipsist (via thelovejournals)

[confessions-of-a-cellist]

musicians: we need more funding for the arts and better music programs in public schools

the government:

[palestbaby]

[kaliforhnia]

Don’t you hate when you have to go somewhere and you have to say bye to your dog and they give you that sad puppy dog face, then you finally say bye and you get all the way to your car and you have to go back inside and say bye all over again OMG

[nekrophobia]

[floozys-deactivated20180908]

*sees the beautiful orange leaves*

*is stressed out because i’m not making the most of it, i don’t know what i’m supposed to do but they will be gone soon and i’m running out of time* 

[zodiacsociety]

Cancer Thoughts:

One minute things are going fine and the next minute it all just falls apart. It’s honestly not me, I just react to things. I’m just letting life flow around me, and hopefully my walls I’ve built around me are strong enough to handle anything that come my way.

[trappedamidstmythoughts]

Today is a perfect day For pretending I don't exist

[lonesomebigmike]

A unique shaped hole in my chest

I have 43 unmessaged matches on tinder: None of them look like you I should have paid more attention to you. I’ve started waking up at 8 am because that’s when you post from your que You don’t talk to me anymore and I’m sorry that I wasn’t what you needed You cheated. And I forgive you. You’re pregnant and happy and I’m glad you did well He seems nice, and he smiles at you like I did We haven’t spoken in years. I’m glad you followed your dreams You don’t look that great anymore, I’m glad you thought you were better than me. Because so did I. I know he hurt you. And I’m sorry. You can call if you need. I loved you. All of you. I’m sorry all of me wasn’t what was needed. I wish you the best and I hope that rest and writing will fill the oddly shaped hole in my chest.

Mikes Szynal, Letters to the ones I’ve loved. 2016

[oldsoulnewmoon]

black and white.

cafe coffee shops and cigarette smoking tunes fill our tranquil thoughts, while we dance to the crackling record of an old moon