August 2012
July 2012
No
Searching for home like a drug
Hands reaching out and up
I can not say enough
I can not say anything at all
It is pounding and flattening me
I cannot find the other piece
If you could only see me
If I could only find it
“To solve the problem of poverty, for instance, by keeping the poor alive; or, in...”
– Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man Under Socialism (via lucifelle)
“Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time....”
– Dream for an Insomniac (via akkachan)
