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i steal in like a gambit to a dream to whisper a secret you knew once

and ever so faintly recall as I tell you,

"Look at your hands"

you’re lucidity becoming

these magic wands you forgot you were carrying

are duct taped to the ends of your arms

are a willpower that can reverse the flow of traffic spilling like fluid down a steep hill straight for you

as you sit in a pool of water surrounded by a cityscape

like an oasis of your invention

or the night terror you live in

the walls of your mind so high

there is no way there from here

but to look at your hands

they work, i promise

though rusted from immobility, blocked energy, defeat

they can learn to do your bidding again

take bricks from this wall and fortify the others,

raise the fences that your enemies jumped with the stakes from these and 

find your hands, using them to change this dream, this nightmare, this cruel reality,  until you can awaken

— 3 days ago with 2 notes

I’m so done pretending to enjoy or understand social media , except you tumblr. and maybe pinterest…because that’s how i delude myself into thinking i’m going to do a bunch of recipes and crafts. 

— 3 days ago with 1 note
Got my nails did. Nothing fixes grumpy like pretty

Got my nails did. Nothing fixes grumpy like pretty

— 1 week ago with 3 notes
Some Wisdom for Today →

onlinecounsellingcollege:

1. Life is a mixture of experiences. Some of them are painful and some are fabulous.
2. If we accept responsibility for our own lives, we’ll have a lot more say and exert much more control.
3. It’s true - avoiding pain will bring some temporary relief … But pushing through the pain often reaps…

— 2 weeks ago with 812 notes

funny voice, revolutionary intentions

(Source: Spotify)

— 2 weeks ago
"We often forget that we are nature. Nature is not something separate from us. So when we say that we have lost our connection to nature, we’ve lost our connection to ourselves."
Andy Goldsworthy. Artist, environmentalist (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via purplebuddhaproject)

— 1 month ago with 3895 notes

your black brown stains are history

to close and open

a book you can’t read

longing fingers creep between the spine of your paralyzed body 

untelling insult

unkempt secrets

decades later to the reborn

questions dwindle to nothing

your lips can’t move like they used to

your legs forgot to step and walk

your arms to hold

your foot to stomp

but the eyes still close and open

decades later still caught in the circle

the cycle of things doomed to repeat

lubricated with the oil that keeps them hinging

flowing down a face

racing streaks

engine growls like ghosts for revenge

reckless kids scream out windows

hot summer nights inside

in the rear view staring 

ice blue coolant, me

— 1 month ago with 2 notes
justbeingnamaste:

“Although I am a typical loner in my daily life, my awareness of belonging to the invisible community of those who strive for truth, beauty, and justice has prevented me from feelings of isolation.”  

justbeingnamaste:

“Although I am a typical loner in my daily life, my awareness of belonging to the invisible community of those who strive for truth, beauty, and justice has prevented me from feelings of isolation.”
 

(via guruwithin)

— 1 month ago with 2462 notes