s/o to the kind homeless lady on Maryland ave… thank you for helping me parallel park, i hope you actually use the money i gave you for food

lilywhitematricide:

István Sándorfi
I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
ursulatheseabitchh:

Scott Weinger is the voice of Aladdin. 

ursulatheseabitchh:

Scott Weinger is the voice of Aladdin. 

(via treebarking)

ram7126:

taytay0928:

💕

I like this, “walk gently in the lives of others.”

ram7126:

taytay0928:

💕

I like this, “walk gently in the lives of others.”

(via shitbrickorphanage)

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Thus we sit, myself
thinking how grateful I am for the moon’s
perfect beauty and also, oh! how rich
it is to love the world.
first thing I saw. 6-0-0. It felt different. I rarely woke at such a rounded time. I was a man of jagged risings: 8:43, 11:51, 9:26. My life was alarmless.
best drunk buy, $3 walmart blanket

best drunk buy, $3 walmart blanket

If you are in the garden, I will dress myself in leaves.
If you are in the sea I will slide into that
smooth blue nest, I will talk fish, I will adore salt.
I have dreamed of you so much, have walked so much, talked so much, slept so much
with your phantom, that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become a phantom
among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadow than the shadow the
moves and goes on moving, brightly, over the sundial of your life.
She had a mind like a box of fireworks and hands that played recklessly with matches.
You can’t rely on how you look to sustain you. What is fundamentally beautiful is compassion for yourself and for those around you. That kind of beauty enflames the heart and enchants the soul.

I'm a desert child
and mountains make me nauseous