May 2012
looking at you looking at me i try and regain my grasp >amid sentiments of sentience flash framed in time on what it is i can see that isn’t drowned in soft trickles of the day’s tendrils whispering bye as l’ore du l’air wanes to nigh time is the essence that yet evades my dreaming eye i just need a head-space that isn’t invaded by cluster past instances ...
le trippy edit
i am done procrasturbatin on here. schools done and now i can finally start painting mere reflections of the beauty i’ve come accross this site. weeeeeeeeeeeeeee…onwards into non-profit jobs sector cover letters and intention <3
Body piercing has been practed longer than Christianity. I don’t think the term...
– Jared Karnes (via lucifelle)
He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity’s sunrise.
– William Blake (via dirtcrumbgoddess)
Poverty is not simply having no money — it is isolation, vulnerability,...
– Megan Lee (via fuckyeahmiserablethings)
My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud.
– Henry Rollins (via nirvikalpa)
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inthe mean time, here are sum morning whit maryam pics. i`m gypoying these exciting moments of my life hahahha
I asked a young White woman why she was studying social anthropology. She...
– African feminist Ifi Amadiume
(via stay-human)
Jesus fuck.
(via lord-kitschener) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet...
– Jonathon Rauch. (via tentaclesandteacups) le sigh — i revert back to introversm avec mon chum.. not letting that happen dis year >:)