All these things that I haven't done
natgeofound:

A well-worn stairway leads to a house on Oahu’s North Shore, November 1979.Photograph by Robert Madden, National Geographic

natgeofound:

A well-worn stairway leads to a house on Oahu’s North Shore, November 1979.Photograph by Robert Madden, National Geographic

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It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.
written by

Gabriel García Márquez (RIP April 17, 2014)

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I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
written by Sylvia Plath, ”Elm” (via sad-plath)

(Source: sad-plath, via lifeinpoetry)

I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.
written by Daniel Keyes, “Flowers for Algernon (via splitterherzen)

(via lifeinpoetry)

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This one’s a sheet from my notebooks in my first year at uni. I have no recollection of how I came across that and decided to write it down and such. 
The extract is from “Tortures” by Wislawa Szymborska
Nothing has changed. 
Except for the course of rivers,the lines of forests, coasts, deserts and glaciers.Amid those landscapes roams the soul,disappears, returns, draws nearer, moves away,a stranger to itself, elusive, now sure, now uncertain of its own existence,while the body is and is and isand has nowhere to go.

This one’s a sheet from my notebooks in my first year at uni. I have no recollection of how I came across that and decided to write it down and such. 

The extract is from “Tortures” by Wislawa Szymborska

Nothing has changed. 

Except for the course of rivers,
the lines of forests, coasts, deserts and glaciers.
Amid those landscapes roams the soul,
disappears, returns, draws nearer, moves away,
a stranger to itself, elusive, 
now sure, now uncertain of its own existence,
while the body is and is and is
and has nowhere to go.

camyya:

Warpaint: The Queens of Cool
On the intensely collaborative songwriting process that is both a band ethos and a celebration of women in rock…
“Coming from a woman’s mind and intuition and all the things that make a woman different from a man,” says Emily Kokal, singer and guitarist in Warpaint, “that’s going to be inside the music, and that makes it exciting.”
Photo by Frederike Helwig.

camyya:

Warpaint: The Queens of Cool

On the intensely collaborative songwriting process that is both a band ethos and a celebration of women in rock…

“Coming from a woman’s mind and intuition and all the things that make a woman different from a man,” says Emily Kokal, singer and guitarist in Warpaint, “that’s going to be inside the music, and that makes it exciting.”

Photo by Frederike Helwig.

(Source: ELLE, via warpaintwarpaint)

Anonymous asked: what are you afraid of?

violentwavesofemotion:

not leading a life which feels mine, drowning in perpetual self-deception and self-created lies, thinking myself to death, half-communicating my real thoughts or not communicating them at all, completely losing track of what feels simple, spontaneous, genuine, not being able to share my life with the people i adore/scaring them away just because i didn’t have the guts to stand up for what I am and what I truly feel, not embracing change to the point i willfully/subconsciously “alter” it in my head just because i literally cannot stand it, not being self-sufficient enough, not taking enough initiatives when time really calls up for it and instead choosing numbness and isolation when all i want to do is really not do that instead, causing my loved ones to believe i’m a self-obsessed, arrogant masochist who doesn’t really experience intense emotions but rather indulges in the pleasure of solely keeping them to herself for the sake of legit nothing, not letting the pauses speak to me, not trusting the hours themselves, time itself, in a nutshell: i’m afraid of fear