Wordtraps

Inspiration and creation from thinkers and drinkers alike.

[wordtraps]

You’ve heard it before, one of our newest clichés  We are made of the same stuff as stars. We are galaxies. We are comet tails. We are stardust. But if this is true

and this earth is nothing but vacuum packed cosmic dust, then so is everything else. We are made of the same stuff as dirt. We are rusting cities. We are empty beer cans. We are black mold.

Does this make us less human or does it make us more?

[transparentquotes]

As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.

- Haruki Murakami

Transparent Quotes,

[wordtraps]

Right before it slips past the bottom of the sky that burning flaring circle swells in a slow motion explosion. I have never seen anything more wonderful. I have never seen anything more normal.

[wordtraps]

I wish we were cartoons. I wish that we could live entirely in a world painted in vibrant shades of scarlet and cerulean, our bodies preserved on screens and papers. We could chase each other around mountains, crush each other with boulders, hold sticks of dynamite without being afraid. Time would not change us and violence would not touch us. We could pause rewind play repeat our dewey eyed mornings wrapped in blankets and books. Pause rewind cut out every bump, hiccup, and bruise draw in something better. Each scene would flow and flicker seamlessly into the next.

[wordtraps]

Deindividuation

Take me to a rock concert where the crowd buzzes with a hive life of its own and the floor is as sticky and stained as the people standing on it. Your body is their body is our body. Breathe in the lights and the guitar riffs and the drum solos. Hold them in your lungs and let them out in screams and whistles. We don't know the band's name. We don't know our own names. We lost them in the mob. Leave drenched in sweat that probably isn't all your own, but your ears are ringing and your feet are sore and your mind is humming so you don't care. Take me somewhere where I can lose myself.

[call-me-bekki]

I’m like a house with no door; everything I feel walks right out into the front yard.

anne, emotional self-control (via brokencircadian)

[buttonpoetry]

Patrick Maloney - “Lighthouses” "Fall in love. Convince them that you are the person you wish you were, and you will work so hard to trick them into believing you that you might actually become it." A beautiful, uplifting poem from Patrick Maloney of the University of Minnesota, performing during Button’s third Inside Voices show.

[mooneyedandglowing]

"There is a difference between a great life and an easy one."

[wordtraps]

I can't stop thinking about the grape juice stain on my shirt, the peanut butter on the corners of your smile, and all the little ways that humans make messes before they even leave the breakfast table.

[quotes-shape-us]

The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.

Carl Sagan (via brokencircadian)

[wordtraps]

Perspective

The stars and the moon seem like the should be good friends but they are too far.

[word-stuck]

Rastrophiliopustrocity is a barrage of creative random thoughts, images, and ideas that spontaneously overwhelms the right brain, which then becomes immediately exercised when paired with discernment through the left brain under spacious awareness from an empty point.

[wordtraps]

There aren't enough cigarette butts to measure how much time I've wasted thinking about you.

[wordtraps]

I do not hear your anymore. your voice is the low static hum of the florescent lights in my kitchen.

[noorshirazie]

The earth would slowly dry out if it absorbed nothing but sunshine. The earth would drown if it drank nothing but rainwater. Inhale the light and let the rain cleanse your troubles.

Noor Shirazie (via aestheticintrovert)

[breathtakingdestinations]

R.I.P. Robin Williams

“No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.”

Robin Williams (July 21st 1951 - August 11th 2014)

[allhailthehutch-deactivated2016]

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Robin Williams

Rest in peace.

[nevver]

Design Crush