I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains„ deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter. We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
James Kavanaugh
4:06 pm • 28 January 2012
i just want this makeup tutorial to load and for my throat to stop being sore so i can smoke a damn cigarette. i’ve been sick for 2 weeks now, i hope im getting better soon :(
7:08 pm • 25 January 2012
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alwayslikethis:
3rd planet // modest mouse
your heart felt good
12:31 pm • 25 January 2012 • 9 notes
The village church yard is filled with bones weeping in the grave,
The silver lining of clouds shines on people Jesus couldn’t save,
You want to know how deeply my soul goes, Deeper than bones,
I want you,
And I can’t get enough.
After we did it by the window sill,
Smoke rings drift into the midnight sky,
presently in the quilt that your mother made,
And a candle burns to fight off the gloom,
I said to live in this way is not for the meek,
but you talk real soft and kiss me on the cheek.
And like a jazz DJ you talk me into sleep,
You do you do, I want you,
Send me all your vampires,
I want you
Third Eye Blind
2:15 pm • 24 January 2012
talking-birds:
oh
my
god
so accurate
OH MY GOD. i just laughed until my belly hurt. :’-)
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9:55 pm • 22 January 2012 • 53,036 notes
‘I loved her.’ he gazed back, his face as empty as a rubber mask. ‘You know what that’s like?’ He shook his head. ‘It’s like knowing all the answers on a test the minute you sit down at your desk. It’s like knowing everything’s going to be okay for the rest of your life. You’re going to ace. You’re going to be fine. You’ll walk around forever, feeling relieved, because you won.
Dennis Lehane, Mystic River (via romanticizedmemories)
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11:39 am • 21 January 2012 • 47 notes
