I’m Currently Rereading Life On Mars By T.K Smith & I Swear My Feet Might Be Grounded In This Old City

This was the summer I bathed in olive oil and sat on the sidewalks  of Jerusalem eating pistachio ice-cream with the old man whose ancient face tried to explain to me that we fought with our hearts and not our heads– therefore we would never win.

Annemarie Jacir, excerpt of ‘Pistachio Ice Cream’ (via pairedaeza)

I couldn’t quite comprehend what betrayal was, but suddenly with your knife in my back - betrayal has never tasted so bittersweet.

j.b.r - 17.05.16 (via lucid-vissions)

lets do an honesty hour ask me anything

Four out of Five / Arctic Monkeys : Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino

Dance is a body’s refusal to die. But, oh, your gone hair. The flame & orange flare. Our forms, our least known selves— barrel, sugar, & stench. Your pleas, looped in writing, the stutter of a body’s broken grammar. —Cathy Linh Che, from “I walked through the trees, mourning.” published in Poetry Magazine

* by Alexey Dubinsky

In looking out upon the world, we forget that the world is looking at itself.

Alan Watts (via quotemadness)