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There’s a gentle sigh which descends like billowing silk upon the soul that accepts its coming death. It’s a gentle pocket of air in the turbulence of everyday life. The silk of this feeling flutters— no, “flutters” is too active a word—the silk settles around you as if it has been drifting towards the earth forever and has finally found its target. The flag of defeat has been mercifully dropped and, in this action, the loss is not so bad. Defeat itself is defeated by the embrace of defeat, and death is swallowed up in victory.

The hiss of the snake fades away and death touches lovingly, possessively: it’s a master who pets the head of the dog, or a parent who consoles the crying child. The hours begin to roll and the days scarcely separate themselves from the nights. Darkness swells like a beautiful, hushed tsunami, and the body craves calming lullabies and final psalms.

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"Sometimes I arrive too early.
I rush,
and some people cling longer
to life than expected."

daintypersnicketydingo:

 Loved the setup of the books, so a whole bunch of screenshots of the tree house from the Magic Tree House. :P

I want my own magic tree house.

" I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free. "

(Source: seabois)

"But how could you live and have no story to tell?"

(Source: larmoyante)

Anonymous asked: I think you should write more!!

i should shouldn’t I but i don’t because of so many reasons like i am scared of how terrible or amazing the things that would come out of me because i think a lot and it’s a pain and also a glory that i have to carry with me everywhere and so i just keep most of it inside because no matter how i play outside the boundaries in life i still lock my mind in a tiny little case inside my head just to be safe but you know what i do miss writing everything that i want to and i can still remember it remember how fulfilling it is and how overwhelming it gets i remember one day during grade school it was the first day of the writing elective and we were all crowded in our little school library and the teacher she told us to get a paper and a pen and gave us ten minutes or so to just write anything that we want continuously and we cannot stop until the time is over and we cannot go back and erase anything we shouldn’t worry about punctuations or grammar or just everything else and just write and write and write and so we did and  while i was writing i was felt so many things and i keep laughing inside because i knew that i should be writing about the silliest things but the best part of it all was when we stopped writing and then the teacher her name is Ruth and she is such a smart lovely woman and she told us to stop and then asked us how it felt like and then she then told us to look at what we wrote and that was such a wonderful feeling because i realized how wonderfully silly my mind is and now i realize too that it felt like life you just go on and on and on about whatever comes out of you and you don’t stop and think about whatever people might think or say and if what you’re doing is right or wrong you just go on and on and live by whatever life oozes out of you and then you stop and look at your life and what you did and you see that despite so many mistakes and confusion and silliness you knew that you wrote to the fullest and lived to the fullest and it makes you feel so much good because you didn’t let anyone ruin or change anything that you wrote and did and that is one of the best things in the world but now i am tainted and scared and i fear so many things even myself and the world and everything in it constantly tries to touch my words and i let it because i touch it back but it’s sad because i can never get that feeling back when i just poured everything out and now there are so many sad pauses and backspaces because people look at other people’s thoughts and you know that they judge every letter and every ink that comes out of you and it’s sad but it’s good because this way maybe when i write something i can do more than let myself out that i can let the world in and maybe i do like it better this way because risks and the danger pushes you and can bring out so much more than a 10 minute writing exercise and yes maybe i should write more maybe i should write more …

(Source: dayninetytwo)

futurejournalismproject:

Quoting Ray Bradbury (1920-2012), who passed away on Tuesday, at 91-years-old. He wasn’t one for technology and perhaps not electronic tributes either.

But here’s ours anyway. 

Quotes via GoodReads. Click pictures to embiggen.

hereunoia:

If the boy who draws

let’s you look over his shoulder.

If the poet

smiles

and shows you her words.

If the girl who sings for the shower only,

hums a song

in front of you.

Know that you’re no longer a person

but the air

and dust

that fills their lungs.

When the world perishes,

and all things cease to exist,

you’ll remain inside an ink stain,

a paint brush,

a song.

— Alaska Gold

rabbit-light:

on the corner of sky and lamppost. I will look for you so wear your eyes. Wear your face that has slept in curls. I will breathe the tulip scent of your neck and the sidewalk’s soot-lined snow. Don’t forget to bring your delicate feet, those edible toes uncold in your oversized men’s boots. I…

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Why is being a loner characterised as a ‘social disorder’? It makes me never want to speak to anyone again. It makes me annoyed to be labelled as ‘antisocial’/ socially anxious. I am in fact very comfortable in social situations, I just have a truthful and realistic view of the meaning of friendship and relationship-That you cannot get on ‘really well’ with everyone, you cannot even really ‘like’ everyone (though most people pretend to). In reality, each individual probably finds they don’t have a real ‘connection’/ chemistry with no more than 5 real people at any one time in their lives.

I feel like if you don’t get on really well with someone, there is little point in spending time socialising with them. Most events are full of people talking about nothing and this makes me feel even worse than staying at home, alone. Or perhaps I am just jealous of the people talking about nothing and cant step out of this godforesaken bubble that makes me want to never go out again.

Some people need time alone to process thoughts/ events and some people don’t. I will probably always be this way. Every boyfriend I have ever had has been a loner. I wish people wouldn’t make introversion into a personality flaw.

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(Source: grahamburger)

"Sometimes the things you can’t change, end up changing you."

(Source: electricdolphin)

aseaofquotes:

Naomi Shihab Nye, “You Have to be Careful”