Chased Through a Town Psychotic

(via thesimpsonswayoflife)

wotwotwotwot:

Story of my life.

apoetreflects:

And have I climbed toward heaven or descended?
It does not matter.  I am not one
whom God can hope to save by dying twice.
I am lost among the words of sacrament.
What can I say but that I love the wind,
and I am shaken when it shakes and scatters
the stuttering leaves on the insensible pavement.

—Ruth Stone, lines taken from “Tongues” from In the Next Galaxy (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)

kickhershins:

My life.

(via scandalandastarr)

lifeafteru:

I want a relationship like Jim and Pam’s.

Relevant.

Ehhh, Not sure how much I agree with this statement.

Not just to rebuke for argument’s sake, but I believe it must be a 50/50 split.

(via agreatfearofshallowliving)

(via underandoverthestars)

Source: hadleybutterfield

we watch the smiling faces of
newly wedded wives and husbands,
and we smile.

We wish them well,
or
we wish them failure
or
we wish they would walk faster so we can all eat
but ultimately
we wish to be them

for in that moment,
their lives are the center of the world
their own private universe, a black tie affair

Regardless of intent
we wish to be them
to have that overwhelming passion
on a decision that we made. 

Good and bad