An Unstoppered Reality of a disillusioned idealist

Poetry consciousness and truth

Ropes and knots and tape

Trying to make sense of what happened
So that I can connect the dry feeling in my chest to the cause
You chased me
I ran for a year
And when you caught me you asked what do you want
I looked into your eyes and told you - you
and for the first time you showed me the secrets of your soul
Your wounds and your hurt
It bound us to each other
connected by ropes and knots and tape
Because I held you while your shoulders shook
And tried to ease your pain
Now I have to put my heart back together so the ache can stop
All it needs is a safety pin and some blue tac

Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.

—Oscar Wilde (via wasanyoneever)

There are admirable potentialities in every human being. Believe in your strength and your youth. Learn to repeat endlessly to yourself, ‘It all depends on me.’

—Andre Gide (1869 - 1951)

(Source: michaeldx4)

‘Sometimes,’ he sighed, ‘I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.’

—Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha (via larmoyante)

(Source: larmoyante, via courcel)

Ned Hepburn: "This Is Water", by David Foster Wallace.

There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says “Morning, boys. How’s the water?” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes “What the hell is…

Empty

I laid the foundations of my soul in the whims of his fancy
He would love me when the tide came in
But he’d be on my mind forever
Ambivalence in the bright light of morning
After Everything I was I poured into him
Spilled out my contents
An empty bag of sugar
Deflated pair of lungs
I gave him my purpose and made him my purpose
Let’s kiss
When he gave me half a chance I never stopped
Lately I just haven’t been myself at all