Writing Shitty Poetry And Posting Stupid Stuff On Tumblr Instead Of Writing Her. Look Who’s Making

All I can hope for, is for someone to embrace me. please, embrace me, if just for a moment. I need you to remind me, I’m in here, I’m alive, I’m not alone. please...

Good morning beautiful world! I was hoping to meet you here. :)

Action alone is thy province, never the fruits thereof; let not thy motive be the fruit of action, nor shouldst thou desire to avoid action

Mahatma Gandhi

Something tapped me on the shoulder Something whispered, "Come with me," "Leave the world of men behind you, "Come where care may never find you "Come and follow, let me bind you "Where, in that dark, silent sea, "Tempest of the world n'er rages; "There to dream away the ages, "Heedless of Time's turning pages, "Only, come with me." "Who are you?" I asked the phantom, "I am rest from Hate and Pride. "I am friend to king and beggar. "I am Alpha and Omega, "I was councilor to Hagar "But men call me suicide. "I was weary of tide breasting, Weary of the world's behesting, And I lusted for the resting As a lover for his bride. And my soul tugged at its moorings And it whispered, "Set me free. "I am weary of this battle, "Of this world of human cattle, "All this dreary noise and prattle. "This you owe to me." Long I sat and long I pondered, On the life that I had squandered, O'er the paths that I had wandered Never Free. In the shadow panorama Passed life's struggles and its fray. And my soul tugged with new vigor, Huger grew the phantom's figure, As I slowly tugged the trigger, Saw the world fade swift away. Through the fogs old Time came striding, Radiant clouds were 'bout me riding, As my soul when gliding, gliding, From the shadow into day.

The Tempter by Robert E. Howard

But people do things to survive, and then after they survive, they can’t live with what they’ve done.

Adam Johnson, The Orphan Master’s Son (via quotespile)

Finger licking good Steve!

Which Steve are you?

Was ich habe, will ich nicht verlieren, aber wo ich bin, will ich nicht bleiben, aber die ich liebe, will ich nicht verlassen, aber die ich kenne, will ich nicht mehr sehen, aber wo ich lebe, da will ich nicht sterben, aber wo ich sterbe, da will ich nicht hin: Bleiben will ich, wo ich nie gewesen bin.

Thomas Brasch

I

don’t think. anymore.

And yet I adore him. I think he’s quite crazy, and with no place or occupation in life, and far from happy, and philosophically irresponsible – and there is absolutely nobody like him.

Vladimir Nabokov, Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle (via quotespile)