DearLittleButterfly

verticulars:

If you can’t deal with my sarcasm. I can’t deal with being your friend. 

vuov:

but ur so woah and im so oh

earthnation:

DONT GO THRU OLD CONVERSATIONS WITH SOMEONE WHO U USED TO BE CLOSE WITH

There’s a girl who chokes on tree sap
and is learning how to breathe
with both lungs.
There’s a woman with a
revolving door heart
and an abandoned warehouse body.
She wants to sprout wings. Grow claws.
Use them.
There’s a boy dreaming of carousels,
of flying kisses and blowing rockets.
There’s a man who likes
to scream underwater.
There’s a body that moves in silence.

That same girl once felt like
breathing was a chore.
The woman has had a strong, sturdy
elevator heart, before it began to
spin off kilter.
The carousel boy still dreams
of Superman.
The underwater man is trying
desperately
to break the surface.
The body that moves in silence
wants to be chaotic, wants to be loud,
wants to get inside your head.

There is so much we are yet to know.
This is just a glimpse, a slither.
There is no metaphor
for their magnitude.
Some people are just too big
for language.

jessica therese, “Drowning out Meaning with Metaphors”  (via contramonte)
Learn to love solitude, to be more alone with yourselves. The tragedy of today’s young people is that they try to unite on the basis of carrying out noisy and aggressive actions so as not to feel lonely, and this is a sad thing. The individual must learn from childhood to be on his own, for this doesn’t mean to be lonely: it means to not get bored with oneself, because a person who finds himself bored when he is alone, it seems to me, is a person in danger.
Andrei Tarkovsky on being asked, ‘What would you like to tell young people? (via larmoyer)