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Eugene Hütz; The Three Clubs, CA; circa 2008

Oh, darling, you’ll be their dreamy nightmare and they’ll wake up still gasping for the words to describe you.

Sophia Carey (via wordsnquotes)

I'm a lot like you, so please Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting I think I'd be good for you And you'd be good for me

Rivers Cuomo

Life isn’t a puzzle, it’s a watch; there’s not just one piece that fits in a specially shaped hole - it’s more like if the teeth match, the wheels turn.

Aaron Bleyaert

Write first and always. Painting, music, friends, cinema, all these come afterwards.

Henry Miller

chrishemsworht

“Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.” - Zelda Williams

Robin Williams - 21/7/1951 - 11/8/2014

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There’s nobody like Robin. And there never will be. I’m grateful that I got to exist in his presence at one time, if only briefly. I’m grateful I got to witness his genius through countless roles that helped shape my own perspective and personality. His movies were essentially my childhood. I rarely mourn the loss of celebrities, but he is one of the greatest examples of humanity. I wish he was still here to make sense of this crazy world. He is truly missed.

"Fleetfoot Ghost" You are the season I will not find again Your weather is the reason I am wandering And I'm just a feeling in the air you onced loved Daughter of a mother nature's son And you won't find me in the rains that come That soaked the roots of where I sat from Thinking back Blossoms on my fine plum tree Always seem to flower too early And it wasn't just the words but the ways our bodies spoke And the way you held my hands, the way you tied me up in ropes And you said you'd never leave it you needed me the most And it all disappeared with such a fleetfoot ghost And we ate until we were empty Not fattened by our century And when I noticed we were still hungry We were consumed by our tragedy Now I feel the winds blowing colder But I am ready to get older And I don't expect to see you anytime soon But if you hear this know that I've been thinking of you And if you find yourself again in a true love's nest And you feel that same sweet holiness You care for her and you care for yourself Learn to grow it in the light and in the darkness

This song always gives me feels. I felt lost for a while. But it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I knew love. At least I’m pretty sure I did. Even if it was brief. Even if it will become a footnote in my life. It was good for a time. With age I appreciate all of my experiences more deeply. If I did not have them in my past I would not be the person I am today. I’m slowly getting more comfortable with myself and the implications that has on the rest of my life. All things end. All things begin, again. Life is a journey and I respect the timeline.

Consider the source

Isabelle Stanowski (Grandma)

so you want to be a writer? if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don’t do it. if you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it. if you’re doing it because you want women in your bed, don’t do it. if you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don’t do it. if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it, don’t do it. if you’re trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. if you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. if it never does roar out of you, do something else. if you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you’re not ready. don’t be like so many writers, don’t be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don’t be dull and boring and pretentious, don’t be consumed with self- love. the libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. don’t add to that. don’t do it. unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was.

Charles Bukowski

There was this place I went to It was filled with Magic My favorite music came alive before my very eyes and ears I was happy I was grateful to have existed within that moment With the sun, the stars, and the Hunter's Moon My soul sister by my side My mind expanded with possibilities Why can't life be like this all the time? Nothing but good vibes

#Desert Daze