Life's dragging, flying, and just coming along.

amoralfictionalism:

An lonely mirage was immediately attracted to a weary adventurer — who was lost in the desert, that she called home. The optical illusion got it in her mind to befriend the lovely, stranded stranger. She admired him from a distance. He looked in need of food and shelter. Wanting to bring him…

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Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

topherreynolds:

CMPC

Or sometimes that ache never leaves all the way. You go around carrying that steady ache deep inside of you. No one else can see it, but you know its there, you can still feel it. Everybody takes a little piece of you with them. Eventually you will have no more pieces of yourself…

topherreynolds:

Wow. Give up what you want
for the woman you marry.

Yeah, you know what? I would.

Yeah?

Gladly. ’Cause you make your choices, you know?
Say, you and I, if we were married,
I would… No, for an example, okay?
If you and I were married,
I would want to give you what you need.
That’s all. I’m…

xhxix:

digital image, 2011

honeyforthehomeless:

Peanuts, on life

I really only want peace, if not for the world,

then maybe for myself. When the world has a knife to it’s throat,

I will have a pencil in my hand. Where only my decisions matter,

but are of little negative consequence. Where loved ones cannot dissapoint,

but comforting lead is a constant on paper. The words are there to be read

and taken for their face value thereafter.

None of your pretty face or my minced words to trip over.

But merely, how to phrase an important question.

How do I find peace again?

With you, with me, in this world.

(Source: werefeelingsinister, via thelastoneinthepool-deactivated)

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