euoPages from my diary in December 2013

“I have a lot of really wonderful friends who are of very different sexes and genders. I am very much in love with no one in particular. I’ve been trying to figure out relationships, you know? I don’t know if it’s responsible for kids of my age to be so aggressively pursuing monogamous binds, because I don’t think we’re ready for them. The romanticism within our culture dictates that that’s what you’re supposed to be looking for. Then [when] we find what we think is love — even if it is love — we do not yet have the tools. I do feel that it’s possible to be at this age unintentionally hurtful, just by being irresponsible — which is fine. I’m super down with being irresponsible. I’m just trying to make sure my lack of responsibility no longer hurts people. That’s where I’m at in the boyfriend/girlfriend/zefriend type of question.”


This is a raw image I took yesterday. The sun had set, rain was pouring down, and I could see lightning in the distance. Absolutely humbling to see how powerful and angry the ocean can be. 
3/1/14

This is a raw image I took yesterday. The sun had set, rain was pouring down, and I could see lightning in the distance. Absolutely humbling to see how powerful and angry the ocean can be. 

3/1/14

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staying-golden:

He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the mid-afternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.

lomographicsociety:

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missmyasoflyy:@MISSMYA on the set of “Girls dem Sugar”

  • Anonymous: People care too much, but it's all in transit. I get what you mean about people though, at least I have some notion. What you need in your life is someone who isn't aware of himself, in an encompassing way, someone whose vision is large and takes the minutia and emotions for what they are, genuinely and for their smallness. Who moves from the inside out, and not the other way around.

Silver Linings »

writingsforwinter:

Some days the air will be more salt than freshness;

some days your bones will be more pockmarked than pomegranates.

But no matter how full the universe is of dark energy,

it still manages to make the night sky look beautiful.

And no matter how full of scars your lungs are,

the tissue still produces that wonderful voice.

There’s a reason whirlpools flow differently

on either side of the Equator: because opposites

are the only silver linings that can ever turn into gold.

When each day is a suicide note,

find strength in holding the pen that allows you

to express your feelings instead of letting them fester inside

like craters buried deep in the skin of the moon.

When every morning is another reason to stay in bed,

find joy in the nights when you’re able to get out of it.

You can wail all you want and ask the Grand Canyon

how it feels to breathe, but all you’ll get is the answer

that sometimes it hurts to be so empty.

So fill yourself instead,

until all that’s left inside your head

is everything but the desire to be dead.

misterand:

Mos Def | Adrian Dennis

misterand:

Mos Def | Adrian Dennis