alecshao:

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground

(Source: likeafieldmouse)

mariegunn:

I navigate the darkness
with my fingertips,
treading softly
on the balls
of my
feet.
My hands
gently
search for you
in the black—
I do not wish
to disturb your slumber,
but I need to be reassured.
I must know
that you
are safe and warm
that you
are as content as
when I left you
…

(Source: eatdrinkbemommie)

violent-buddhist:

something’s knocking at the door

a great white light dawns across the
continent
as we fawn over our failed traditions,
often kill to preserve them
or sometimes kill just to kill.
it doesn’t seem to matter: the answers dangle just
out of reach,
out of hand, out of mind.

the leaders of the past were insufficient,
the leaders of the present are unprepared.
we curl up tightly in our beds at night and wait.
it is a waiting without hope, more like
a prayer for unmerited grace.

it all looks more and more like the same old
movie.
the actors are different but the plots the same:
senseless.

we should have known, watching our fathers.
we should have known, watching our mothers.
they did not know, they too were not prepared to 
teach.
we were too naive to ignore their
counsel
and now we have embraced their
ignorance as our 
own.
we are them, multiplied.
we are their unpaid debts.
we are bankrupt
in money and
in spirit.

there are a few exceptions, of course,
but these teeter on the 
edge
and will 
at any moment
tumble down to join the rest
of us,
the raving, the battered, the blind and the sadly
corrupt.

a great white light dawns across the 
continent,
the flowers open blindly in the stinking wind,
as grotesque and ultimately
unlivable
our 21st century
struggles to be
born.

-bukowski

joshuarobertlong:

“I stole the Wakefield Road woman”

flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:

all i want,
   is to be someone you relate to
all i want
   is to be someone
all i want
   is to be
all i want
   is
all i want, and it might be just too much to ask.

flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:

like the earth,

i’m slightly off

the axis i spin on.

it’s abnormal i suppose,

and i can’t quite explain it

but it’s natural;

it’s what must be.

for me to be centered,

all would be askew.

joshuarobertlong:

“12:19:09 AM” (From The Official U.S. time is: 00:21:47)

(Source: foxoxo)

(Source: ay-ell-oh)

spindrift:

morning love
coiled in each other’s sleep
you kiss my forehead
i kiss your forehead
your nose
your cheek
it’s dark
the sun creeps in
and we’re wrapped like presents for each other
in each other
arm, arm, leg, leg
tangled like satisfied shoelaces
knots of “i love you”s
in whispers and sighs
groans of delight
nuzzles and cuddles
you are my pleasure plight.