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the mind in bloom


“ People get drunk.
They kiss the wrong person.
And pretend to be okay.
People will do anything
to distract their heart.
They will do anything to
distract it from
missing someone. ”

—    (via l-eer)

(Source: rub-me-the-right-way, via langleav)

“ Be who God called you to be and you will set the world on fire. ”

—    Catherine of Siena (via ofinfiniteworth)

(via worshipgifs)

“ And yet, and yet
it is indeed necessary to despair
please tell me it is necessary ”

—    Nicolau Saiao (via uutpoetry)

lose me around
the corners of your words

i’ve been here too long
to remain
in the shape
of a skeleton straightjacket

there’s a film that shows
every color known on earth
but we can only see
646,275 of them

there’s a reason you came back from the woods and gave me that handshake but i can’t remember and really it wouldn’t change a thing

the way you look
at me suck me
through a straw
in a watermelon nighttime
record player, yep

feel this
now this
would you do it again?

—    Roger Mindwater, hard to grab published in Little River (via littleriverlitmag)

(via kdecember)

(Source: icanrelateto, via icanrelateto)


My greatest fear is that I am regressing,
I was doing well when we were together,
Opening up to people, trying to trust others.
I was softer, your love made me light, like helium.
My love for you made me tranquil, like valium.
My mind was full of good chemicals,
Rich with serotonin, low in cortisol.
Now, it gets by on caffeine and alcohol,
I am wasted in an oxytocin drought.
It used to rain, it used to monsoon here,
It poured with touches from your finger tips,
And kisses from your lips,
It flooded with the feeling of your head nestled on my breast,
And the sensation of my hands through your hair.
But the rain has since ceased,
And our intimate moments are washed away in a tropical dream.
I am alone in a desert,
Walking against the wind into the sand.
I see mirages of you everywhere I go,
I run after them, but they are not you,
only reminders of you.
You are gone.
You’ve fled for safety from my infliction,
I am sorry for stinging you with my poison,
I’ve always been a desert creature:
A scorpion with a full suit of armor.
Fascinating, but deadly.
With time you will filter out my toxins,
And the quiet will mend, what I can’t.
It is for your healing that I bow my head
To honor your silence.



As long as the music is loud enough we won’t hear the world falling apart

(via simplycaitie)