We live in a beautiful world.

February 1, 2012 with 1 note

Man Meets Mortality.

The thumb stuck out amongst the dusty air.

“Where you headed?”

“I don’t know.”

“What?”

“Can I have a ride?”

“Yeah.”

The car surged forward along its path.

“Where you from?”

“I don’t know.”

“What?”

“Where are you headed?”

“You tell me.”

Silence.

“Where are we going?”

Silence.

“Come now, you must know.”

Silence.

“Listen buddy, I don’t have time for this.”

Silence.

“You have to tell me where we’re going.”

Silence.

“I deserve t-“

The car made a crunching noise as it collided into a large rock.

January 24, 2012 with 1 note

I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.

January 20, 2012 with 4 notes

January 13, 2012 with 302 notes

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Paul Wright

January 12, 2012 with 1 note

I close my eyes and I let my body shut itself down and I let my mind wander. It wanders to a familiar place. A place I don’t talk about or acknowledge exists. A place where there is only me. A place that I hate. I am alone. Alone here and alone in the world. Alone in my heart and alone in my mind. Alone everywhere, all the time, for as long as I can remember. Alone with my family, alone with my friends, alone in a room full of people. Alone when I wake, alone through each awful day, alone when I finally meet the blackness. I am alone in my horror. Alone in my horror. I don’t want to be alone. I have never wanted to be alone. I fucking hate it. I hate that I have no one to talk to, I hate that I have no one to call, I hate that I have no one to hold my hand, hug me, tell me everything is going to be all right. I hate that I have no one to share my hopes and dreams with, I hate that I no longer have any hopes or dreams, I hate that I have no one to tell me to hold on, that I can find them again. I hate that when I scream, and I scream bloody murder, that I am screaming into emptiness. I hate that there is no one to hear my scream and that there is no one to help me learn how to stop screaming. More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to be close to someone. More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to feel as if I wasn’t alone.

—A Million Little Pieces

January 12, 2012 with 1 note

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Long Nights - Eddie Vedder.

January 10, 2012 with 1 note

The Dominant Primordial Beast.

I look him straight in the eye. He returns the hostility with vigor. The stare down lasts about 6 heartbeats, and then we’re off. He goes right, I go left. Then we both come at each other head on. A dull thud echoes in the distance. The heartbeats return.

His teeth flash like lightening and his good eye burns like fire. I return the challenging glare once more, except this time I growl. He instantly becomes flustered for a second, maybe less. I take the opportunity.

I lunge for his breast, missing narrowly by inches. Now I’m on my hands and knees, panting as he is. We are one now. I am beast. Beast is I.

I read his movements and see his weakness. I aim for it, and hit my mark. He instantly backs off, but I hold on. I hold on throughout his violent thrashing and snarling; a hurricane of blood and spit. I hold on until the very end.

January 9, 2012

Absence.

You are alone.

There is nothing around you.

There is no one to talk to.

There is no place to hide.

You are completely exposed.

And yet, you continue

To seek Substance.

January 2, 2012

December 24, 2011

Eve.

I laid down and just listened to the subtle stillness.
A clock ticked a ways off, and the heater kicked on after a while, yet all that I felt was silence.
I saw only lights behind my eyelids, uncountable crystals of dazzling wavelengths all carrying the same message.
What a beautiful night.
It seemed as if the world had finally slowed and gone to sleep.

We live in a beautiful world.

By Daniel Funke.

Man Meets Mortality.

The Dominant Primordial Beast.

Absence.

Eve.