From the hollow tree.

I'm a mouthful of fatigue and cunctation.// athens, ga// creative writing student

euo:




Excerpt from my journal:
"I jumped in the ocean to make myself feel alive. All I got was cold hands and seaweed in my hair."

euo:

Excerpt from my journal:

"I jumped in the ocean to make myself feel alive. All I got was cold hands and seaweed in my hair."

(via ocean-of-unsaid-words)

"I often think of that rare fulfilling joy, when I am in the presence of some wonderful alignment of events. Where the light, the colour, the shapes and the balance all interlock so beautifully that I feel truly overwhelmed by the wonder of it."

~ Charlie Waite (via conflictingheart)

(via conflictingheart)

Lise Sarfati

(Source: cyberwave, via baleen-morning)

"We mature with the damage, not with the years."

— Mateus William (via splitterherzen)

(Source: outonismo, via eletheowl)

"Do you think its possible
that some people
are born to give
more love
than they will ever
get back
in return?"

Tyler Knott Gregson

(via splitterherzen)

(Source: emilylldobbs, via r-estlessness)

"Personally, I’m a mess of conflicting impulses—I’m independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and be a part of the whole. I doubt that I’m the only one who feels this way. It’s the core of monster making, actually. Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable—your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers—and pretend they’re across the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you. Children are afraid of the dark because they have nothing real to work with. Adults are afraid of themselves.
Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem. Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper."

— Richard Siken, Spork Editor’s Pages: Black Telephone (via cartographe)

(Source: pxxies, via marielbrazen)

"I’m bleeding, I’m not just making conversation."

— Richard Siken, excerpt from “Wishbone”  (via larmoyante)