Coldhead: Parachutes and Limbs
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one of the worst things you could do with your life is sit around, waiting for someone to realize that you love them

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"Words are bridges.
And they are traps, jails, wells."
Octavio Paz, from “Letter of Testimony”, in A Tree Within, translated by Eliot Weinberger (via hiddenshores)

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"Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery."
Allen Ginsberg, Sunflower Sutra (via kajajean)

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"It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you."
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via insanity-and-vanity)

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*While on the marching field*

Band Director: “Everyone march and sing your parts.”



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"So called ‘late-bloomers’ get a bad rap. Sometimes the people with the greatest potential often take the longest to find their path because their sensitivity is a double edged sword- it lives at the heart of their brilliance, but it also makes them more susceptible to life’s pains. Good thing we aren’t being penalized for handing in our purpose late. The soul doesn’t know a thing about deadlines."
Jeff Brown  (via theriverjordyn)

Accurate, relevant, applicable.

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black and white blog.
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"i tape a poem to my wall and title
it “scrambled eggs”, my therapist
doesn’t think it’s healthy to water
my plants with old pepsi cans, but
she doesn’t know the difference
between the color of the sky and
the color blue, i take photographs
of wrists and name them after
famous poets, my last one was
W.H Auden, i tell my brother that
if i ever have children i will name
them just that, he doesn’t care
and tells me that his pot dealer
is in jail for rape, i kiss boys at
parties who pronounce my name
wrong, when i tell this to you, you
laugh and tell me that i’m the
strangest poet you’ve ever met, a
man with big elbows spoke to
my class about drunk driving,
nobody seemed to notice that
he never once told his victim he
was sorry, i flinch when people
ask about my sister, your words
still ripple across my skin like nails,
i swallow teeth and have read Lolita
four times since you’ve left, nobody
asks what i dream about, nobody
seems to care, i read in some article
that the fish population is greatly
increasing, i also read that at the
age of seventeen you’ve only met
approximately thirty four percent
of people in the spam of your entire
lifetime, i bought chalk last week
but forgot about the milk, i think time
is erasing you, and i’m afraid i am too"

i know you think of me on nights like this (via girlchoking)

Wow this is beautiful! Goosebumps. 

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