j u i l e t t 1 4: Leaves yellow and crushedautumn... →
juilett14: Leaves yellow and crushed autumn of lost things; a fragrance of tiptoes and broken strings and midnight rings around eyes so fragile. we have been stolen from - the days are wolves. Too many hands separate us, too many separations from song. i am walls upon walls, singing for things vital and… These words. I am moved to tears by them.
Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake...– The Coming of Light by Mark Strand (via growing-orbits)
Reproduction implies the existence of discontinuous beings…Each being is...– Georges Bataille (via ratak-monodosico)
: I think there are not enough visible wings to go... →
growing-orbits: I think there are not enough visible wings to go around. that I love your hair - the way it carries sun. the way your soul is threaded between neon and night - Aurora Borealis - an illumination between things that have been torn and that which glistens in us. we search for ways to bring…
Hells Angel's slaying prompts state of emergency... →
More on my own little career drama. Here I am, just trying to sell some after-market motorcycle seats and make a living. And here comes some assholes trying to derail my life. Piss off, fucktards. I’m over it. Yikes. Just needed to vent for a sec. Thank you, tumblr, for being here so I can do just that.
Biker brawl turns to shooting in Nevada casino, 1... →
This is where I am working this week and this where I’m staying. Was right in the middle of the shoot out, but luckily, I am fine. City is in state of emergency and we are shutting it down this morning. I’m ready to get the hell outta here.
hemingwayjawline: “Ava Adore” | Smashing...
A human being is a part of a whole, called by us the “Universe,” a part limited...– Albert Einstein (via theuniverseworks)
Paula Dean makes me want to cook...
I’m on the road in a strange town watching Paula, missing my grandmother and craving southern home cooking. Anyone who knows me knows I’m no domestic engineer but it’s never too late. When I get back home I am going to putter around my tiny kitchen and make something edible. I am. I will. I’m hungry. (I do have at least 7 things I know how to cook, I am adding fried...
& how thin is this sensation of time…– Jorie Graham, from “The Violinist at the Window, 1918” (via rhea137)
seagirls: ”My heart is so small it’s almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it? “Look,” He answered, “your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.” -Rumi
takeflightmydear: deadsleep: Holy shit.
Otis Redding - Bring It On Home To Me Happy...
I missed the party
So, I missed out on the confetti and party favors. Bummer. Next time maybe you guys could celebrate for the whole day. I love confetti! (and fireworks, yeah!) Anyway, I just want to say… Happy Anniversary, Tumblr. You are a large part of my life and I love you. Just, jori