“Eye Contact: How Souls Catch Fire.”

“Tired, my love, so fuckn’ tired”

Painting By: Malcom T. Liepke’s.

Photo: Bob Dylan & Joan Beaz 1965.

In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart.

- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

from blessed be the ones who tie off the trash bags by silas denver melvin

Be a reflection of what you'd like to receive. If you want love, give love. If you want truth, be truthful. If you want respect, give respect.What you give out will return to you.

“He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.”

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