A house full of scraps of poems, unused ideas. A nest of thoughts, the wood chips from an industrious carpenter of the word. Their abundance, like froth, around my existence, excess, boiling over. I don’t know why I sentenced this or that poem to non-being, to silence; why I wrote down this, but not that thought. All froth.
― Anna Kamienska, from Industrious Amazement: A Notebook (via violentwavesofemotion)

All my love and prayers are going out to my castmate Wyatt tonight  It isn’t fair for such a scary thing to happen to someone so kind and talented but I know he is fighting as hard as he can to get through this and he will beat the odds.


if lucifer needs someones consent to enter their body then so do you

I must have flowers, always, and always.
― Claude Monet (via theflowershop)


This week on Tumblr:

It’s a metaphor. You’re a metaphor. I’m a metaphor. Your keybord is a metaphor. Everything is a metaphor. The universe is turning into one giant metaphor on a molecular scale. Run. It’s too late.


hey friend. one day ur gonna be happy. one day ur gonna be sitting w someone u love in ur favourite place in the world and ur gonna think “wow. life is p great” and everything will be okay. but u gotta make it til then okay? just hang in there. u’ll be okay.

  • Me: seriously though its time to pull my shit together
  • Me *7 months later: seriously though its time to pull my shit together
  • Had a nice run, it felt relatively easy compared to the last two which must mean my endurance is getting better. I am still sad that my workout routine got interrupted by play week because it meant I basically had to start over. I’m glad I didn’t give up altogether though.

    (Also, side note, is it too much to ask of males in trucks not to drive slowly behind me on a rural wooded road with few houses on it? It wasn’t until I made a point of dramatically turning my head that he sped up and drove past me. Made me kind of uncomfortable and it’s irritating that I can’t enjoy a run by myself because I’m worried about fucking guys being creepy.)