May 2013
1 post
Swept.
And if they say love can take you away well maybe I can see it. Never believed in sap exaggerations but I’ve never felt very grounded with you. I say our own world. You call it home.
I remember you best under city lights and sweeping sidewalk talks. Blaming the drinks for how we felt young and invincible. Thinking to ourselves maybe this was really something, but too shy to let the words...
April 2013
7 posts
Me encuentro a Dios en la naturaleza
Yo nunca he tenido confianza en las palabras de “los buenos libros”
Que las iglesias usan para estructura
Soy realista
Pero cuando estoy solo en el bosque
Y los arboles no parecen reales
Cuando miro el poder de una cascada
Ve la vista desde una montaña alta
O el sol en sus minutos finales
Yo siento algo más
Que la ciencia puede formular
The city feels great but I needed out. So I took a bus long through the night just to feel the country change. I climbed mountain peaks and met full moons. Felt rocks slide right off the cliff from under my feet. Watched ripples form in the lake from that perch we claimed for the day. I thought that maybe if everyone felt these things and saw these sights the world wouldn’t be so bad. So...
And we call it globalization.
First your told to embrace the global community. Everyone’s coming together. Cultures are closer and discovering is easier. Go learn a language even, you never know where you’ll end up. We’re all one. It’s progressive. We call it globalization.
It was just like the magazines promised.
Big names take the land from the rural farmers so they can use the cheap, unregulated...
in downtown coffee shops
staring out grim windows to gray landscapes
masked behind cafe lattes
reading ‘the good words’
biased opinions
an attempt to become well-read,
an effort to place myself in the way
of your path.
we used to hang around this area often
the diner down the way, which,
so often jump-started our leisure days
the park too that lead us home
after dazed...
Crossroads of my life met on a rainy day. Dark skies and drizzle seemed to shine through the window-pane - nerving uncertainty masked by caffeine cups and a house’s dead sounds. TV off to the corner murmuring the daily bull shit. Wouldn’t listen if it demanded.
Sometimes you stare out the window and though your mind is on no thoughts really come. It’s elsewhere. Lately it seems...
Just wanted to catch her gaze but she looked away, said she didn’t feel so right. That her scars weigh on her a bit too much at times.
I told her I thought the moon lit up just for her that night, but she wouldn’t accept it. Said she didn’t feel good enough, that God chose the wrong heart.
And I said:
I know your shoulders are heavy well mine are warn too. No where near the painted picture I...
March 2013
5 posts
Used to say I was done with scribbled papers, but I’m back at the sketching board again. Cause God damn when are we going to stop putting off our sense of urgency?
I know I’ve heard of times when we all used to take true interest in the world around. Just think, what could become of our generation if we all spent more time following the news and our subjects rather than playing video...
I want to write but I don’t. I want to write but where is the spark.
I don’t want to feel the pressure of the characters and how they come across.
I want to be remembered for the things I do and who I am not what I am.
I want to be with you but I want to be free. Conveniently you make me free.
And if it were up to me we’d leave this place. This humdrum town. And never look...
I think the hardest thing about coming to grips with losing someone is accepting the life experiences that will occur in their absence. Used to dwell more on the things that you’d miss out on more than the the trials of the day-to-day. Well I think it is that the day-to-day goes on and it doesn’t feel that bad. I still wash my cereal down with coffee each morning and get through the...
“Cities need to redefine their relationship with the car – shaping cars and...”
– Bruce McVean on reallocating urban space away from cars (via thisbigcity)
Disaster Capitalism: “As a market analyst remarked of a particularly good quarter for the earnings of the energy services company Halliburton, ‘Iraq was better than expected.’ That was in October 2006, then the most violent month of the war on record, with 3,709 Iraqi civilian casualties. Still, few shareholders could fail to be impressed by a war that had generated $20 billion...
February 2013
2 posts
Foreground
I’m not sure if it was your eyes’ new spark or how your hair brushed my shoulder in tune with your motions but something was different that night. Felt enhanced. And maybe it was just the mix of drinks we downed like our last reach for restoration but try as I might my vision ended there where you were. Clouded figures and restless lights rose from beyond you but even their...
January 2013
2 posts
“I knew what I wanted: To go and live in some wild place. But I didn’t know how...”
– Theodore Kaczynski
Anonymous asked: Fill us in! Hows Unc? Do you have a girl? Why don't you post anymore?
December 2012
3 posts
Anonymous asked: Where have you been?
“Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he...”
– Epicurus (via 24ribs)
“I can’t count the times that upon telling someone I am vegetarian, he or she responded by pointing out an inconsistency in my lifestyle or trying to find a flaw in an argument I never made. (I have often felt that my vegetarianism matters more to such people than it does to me.) - Jonathan Foer
I just needed to share this because it’s so true. And it speaks for...
November 2012
1 post
“Babe this whole life kind of seems like a waste sometimes now doesn’t it?” He said. “Yeah, it sort of does. But if we’re all here for no reason, looking into eternal nothing, I’d say I’d rather waste it away with you” she brought back
October 2012
2 posts
Anonymous asked: does "you" read this?
September 2012
1 post
August 2012
15 posts
“In the mass movement into suburban areas a new kind of community was produced, which caricatures both the historic city and the archetypal suburban refuge: a multitude of uniform, unidentifiable houses, lined up inflexibly, at uniform distances, on uniform roads, in a treeless communal waste, inhabited by people of the same class, the same income, the same age group, witnessing the same...
thanks for the letters and cards,
glad they were worth nothing at all.
the silly games we play
“We could have had such a damned good time together.”
“Yes,” I said, “Isn’t it...”
– Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via socalfeminist)
tell me, is it nice where you are?
no I don’t care for the weather.
and how come they don’t shine like you?
in basic elements,
is their touch so different?
don’t often write words on others
the pen’s a little shaky,
thoughts a little weary,
but I wrote lines of you.
and not the impersonal ‘you’ either
that’s so easily thrown around.
those...
maybehales:
August breathes humidity down the necks of unsuspecting kids in love who have learned to stay cool with drinks they aren’t old enough to buy the sweat isn’t from the heat and some boys were just born better liars
“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the...”
– Jon Krakauer, Into The Wild (via eclectic-world)
July 2012
37 posts
Eres tan pobre que sólo tienes dinero.
for.all.the.words.in.the.world.: The doorman knew... →
maybehales:
The doorman knew better
than to say good morning. I took the elevator
from the 12th floor instead of the stairs.
I now live in the same hotel
that you took me to the night after
my father died and we didn’t have
anywhere else to go. Too new in this city.
And you surely couldn’t…
this. is soo dope
“The more I sleep the less I have to hang out with everyone”
– Scott Disick (via finefools)
