Before you light a candle
When its time for its
Fluorescent Magic
To Spark—
You turn on the darkness
That’s the Way it is—
—With life
.
.
.
its all a test of design
Find what you love and let it kill you.
– Charles Bukowski (via fridasexual)(Source: therealvagabondking)
Via SaidTheHatAt the heart of the emptiness there is born in me a sudden understanding.
– Fabienne Verdier (via awritersruminations) Via A Writer's RuminationsIt’s not about forcing happiness, it’s about not letting sadness win.
– Local Man Ruins Everything by The Wonder Years (via honeydewsyndrome)(Source: letmebeyourcheshirecat)
Via look alive, sunshine.You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer trace constellations. You’ll care only about the darkness and you’ll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you’re some kind of indispensable universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. It will get so bad you’ll be afraid to look away, you’ll be afraid to sleep.
– ~ Mark DanielewskiAd Finem
— The world speaks but you don’t listen ..
Failure surrounds you —
In each piano
note played by the ungentle wind.
The mermaids swim in an angry current
To bury down the ocean —
— You don’t deserve to drink anymore ..
The clouds pack up their children
and run into the horizen —
— You don’t deserve to be shaded anymore ..
.. I wonder if mankind shed its skin ..
I wonder if its lost—
Far too out in its way of sin ..
I wonder if
Humanity’s crimes
Will come to pay us ..
— The world speaks but you don’t listen!!
Injustice surrounds you
And the tree leaves ..
Don’t fall in your way anymore ..
They rather just weather.
The skylights —
Would rather not shine —
To show you the way anymore ..
— Cause you’ll just take it into the next wrong!
Is the breed of evil in you
just too strong ..
Why cant you turn?
Listen to your children’s voice
Why watch them burn?
Even their souls speak —
Innocence in their eyes ,
Everyday more dimly glistens
— Their bodies reject themselves
— Their hearts reject themselves
.. Against what you’re making us to be ..
The seed of humanity
Viling in its corruptions
The whole spaces of the worlds
Sad-eyed watching in destruction, why won’t you ..
Listen .. ?
Why won’t you
Find the innocence
Ever to glisten?
Sigh. —


