Wrote This Last Spring, But I’ve Been Feeling Similarly Lately So I Thought A Repost Was Due.

an ode to the rockies

cold damp tree bark

contrasting fixed moss

broken down cabins

and cold lone walks

wet rotted wood

and black fire smoke

slanted tree lines

mountains of snow

i cry to the wind blowing

i cry at the absence of rain

little bear cub unknowing

the reality of the vain

silent dew drops tell

the ancient tales of fallen rain

snow topped trees

whisper secrets

through the crystalized brain

the serenity of the scenery

claws at me with unrelenting fists

“will it ever be more beautiful than this?”

what the hell brah

You know how to love someone, but you don't know how to believe that someone loves you, and that is your tragedy.

“I desire violently, and I wait.”

— Anais Nin

„if they wanted to, they would“

yes, but you can‘t expect someone to know how you feel loved. everyone’s perception of love is different. you still have to communicate how you feel, what you care about, how you feel valued and seen. don‘t throw away something that could turn out great just because it doesn‘t fit right from the beginning.

I’ve lost so much of my fervor for life in such a short amount of time, and I was already grasping at straws for hope.

I find myself feeling so devastatingly numb and defeated, and if I don’t feel anything, I feel everything that’s wrong with me. Something happened these past few weeks, something set off something inside of me, but I have no idea what could have caused this.

I still love those around me, I will to the grave, however I am so exhausted. I’m trying so hard, and I’ve completely given up at the same time.

I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know

What I’d give to feel anything but this

I’m waiting for a savior that will never come

I wish Jesus was real so badly

I live for passion bro

Genuinely I love the art of passion with my whole heart. To love, or be so devoted to something that is makes your whole body light up with the spur of the soul, is so intimate and so, so beautiful.

For a long time I thought passion lied in romantic relationships, but as I grow older I realize that it is so much bigger than that. Romance is not even in the forefront of my passion. However, I do love passionately. I love my friends, I love my family, I love the arts, and I love them so, so intensely. My drive for life is simply my passion for connection, and learning more about myself and the world around me.

I love everything I think. And I am so grateful for the opportunity to be able to do so.

pretty odd my beloved

Go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera

Go on, film the world before it happens

I listened to pretty odd on repeat the other day while studying, woke up this morning to see panic had replaced LANA DEL REY as my second most streamed artist.

Pretty Odd and A fever are two of the most amazingly crafted pieces of art on this earth.

“Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops”

— Charles Bukowski

“We never believe we’re beautiful, no matter how many times we hear it. We never believe it until someone says it in the right way.”

— Francine Prose

half smoked cigarette save me it