Almost Crimes

at The Waldorf Hotel

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 04:02:33 -0400

at The Waldorf Hotel

"You know, I haven’t been in a real relationship for almost 6 years. It seems to me that the..."

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 01:37:22 -0400

“You know, I haven’t been in a real relationship for almost 6 years. It seems to me that the men I have been with always wanted something quiet transitory; such are the times of our lives. The universe has a way to translate our energies into our relationships with others. It’s about time for me to have a partner. I fell in and out love, but could never quite be myself with someone who was not entirely available. The person who are with you will have to understand your psyche, your soul, and see the fire in you but not to be scared by it. We are incredibly flawed as human beings, and somehow these flaws make us incredibly beautiful.”

- Luna

chatoyance: “But was it nothing but looks? People said. What...

Wed, 03 Oct 2012 00:12:43 -0400

chatoyance:

“But was it nothing but looks? People said. What was there behind it—her beauty, her splendor? Or was there nothing? For easily though she might have said at some moment of intimacy when stories of great passion, of love foiled, of ambition thwarted came her way how she too had known or felt or been through it herself, she never spoke. She was silent always. She knew then—she knew without having learnt. Her simplicity fathomed what clever people falsified. Her singleness of mind made her drop plumb like a stone, alight exact like a bird, gave her, naturally, this swoop and fall of the spirit upon truth which delighted, eased—sustained, falsely perhaps. ‘But she’s no more aware of her beauty than a child,’ he thought. For always, there was something incongruous to be worked into the harmony of her face. She clapped a deerstalker hat on her head; she ran across the lawn in galoshes. So that if it was her beauty merely that one thought of, one must remember the quivering thing, the living thing, and work it into the picture; or if one thought of her simply as a woman, one must endow her some freak of idiosyncrasy; or suppose some latent desire to doff her royalty of form as if her beauty bored her and all that men say of beauty, and she wanted only to be like other people, insignificant.”

— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

a new day, a new page

Sat, 29 Sep 2012 05:49:14 -0400

I came back to this small town in search of comfort & security. My heart was in need of repair. My life was an orderly mess. I had lost my way once again.

Several months later, I am still lost. And frankly, I think I will be for a while but this time, I’ll embrace it. I keep reminding myself that we were all meant to be lost. It’s an adventure, after all. If we all knew where we were going, life would be lifeless & tedious.

Tomorrow is a new day. Significant now. At this very moment, my heart is stronger than before & I have focussed on my goals & dreams a little more, with a clearer head. Tomorrow I’ll be living in a new place, with a new friend, new intentions, & (somewhat) new goals.

I’m not sure at all what to expect from this experience. I do expect a couple of things from myself, however, and that is to work harder than ever to get to the top of this beautiful, brutal mountain & to find peace within myself, acknowledging the fact that I’m that much closer to genuinely saying to everyone: “Yeah… I’m living the dream.”

tylerknott: I know the branch is safe, I know it holds you...

Sat, 29 Sep 2012 05:38:03 -0400

tylerknott:

I know the branch is safe, I know it holds you still, but if you cannot take the leap, then fly you never will.

Starlings Leaping From Tree (by TylerKnott)

“A story about a girl looking for the perfect romance by...

Wed, 26 Sep 2012 00:23:00 -0400

“A story about a girl looking for the perfect romance by trying to be the “perfect lady”.

This was supposed to be for Sigur Ros’ Valtari film competition, but I find it more suitable to say that it’s really a simple observation of the way today’s society and media may affect a girl’s perception of what “perfection” is. And ultimately, she will connect that to her desire for romantic love. The strange part is: she’s all aware of the illusion of it , but her choice of denial leads to a deadly cycle.

I also add to this description that I happened to miss the deadline for the competition. But that’s okay.”

love always,

sheena

silenthuntress: x

Wed, 19 Sep 2012 21:21:52 -0400

silenthuntress:

x

"If you’re twenty-two, physically fit, hungry to learn and be better, I urge you to travel— as far..."

Wed, 19 Sep 2012 21:21:21 -0400

“If you’re twenty-two, physically fit, hungry to learn and be better, I urge you to travel— as far and as widely as possible. Sleep on floors if you have to. Find out how other people live and eat and cook. Learn from them— wherever you go.”

- Anthony Bourdain (via antique-eyes)

They were both intoxicated that night,

Tue, 18 Sep 2012 19:52:00 -0400

though she was beginning to sober up. She looked for him all night. Then she saw him running towards her and he picked her up and they held on to each other tightly.

He put her down and said, “I’m not supposed to be here. This is dumb.”

She said, “I missed you” and held onto him.

He kissed her forehead once, twice, three, and five times. He was fighting with himself. “This only feels good, because it’s a comfortable, familiar feeling for us,” he said. “It means nothing. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Then he pressed his lips against hers and their worlds came crashing down. They exchanged a sadness that they couldn’t get rid of. When they kissed there were no familiar feelings of bliss and ecstasy. No, they were only feeling passionate devastation and guilt and desperation.

He said, “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

She said, “No. Don’t go.” She cried and begged him not to go.

He said, “I can’t do this. I can’t handle it. Give me a month, give me two months, at least. I can’t see you and not want to be with you.”

All she said was Don’t Go.

He took her face in his hands and told her that he loved who she was and that she was going to do amazing things.

“I have to go.”

She nodded in despair - something she did quite often. This was not in my her control. Even if it was, it was something that needed to happen.

“I have to go.”

I She wiped his tears and he left.

"Love should be like breathing. It should be just a quality in you, wherever you are, with whomsoever..."

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 16:33:35 -0400

“Love should be like breathing. It should be just a quality in you, wherever you are, with whomsoever you are, or even if you are alone, Love goes on overflowing from you. It is not a question of being in Love with someone, it is a question of being Love.”

- Osho (via diveinme)

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Mon, 03 Sep 2012 16:41:11 -0400

icesite: brendamasawe: ‘Shook’ (Mobb Deep and Sigur Ros remix)...

Mon, 03 Sep 2012 16:39:55 -0400

icesite:

brendamasawe:

‘Shook’ (Mobb Deep and Sigur Ros remix) - Emancipator

do you hear ‘vaka’? :D

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Thu, 30 Aug 2012 00:56:25 -0400

liquid truth

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 06:51:00 -0400

Being intoxicated tonight made me realize how hopelessly in love I am with someone I am not able to love. My tears are the liquid truth of my heart. Nights like these make me doubt my strength and possibility of moving on, but I know I’ll be okay in a few hours.

But, in the meantime, I’ll ponder on what could’ve been. It’s the worst thing to think about, but I believe I can learn from it so I can give my heart out without any regrets later. That’s what I hope for, anyway.

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Sun, 26 Aug 2012 06:44:35 -0400

veranoindio: (via Rookie » The Magic Hour)

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 22:26:39 -0400

veranoindio:

(via Rookie » The Magic Hour)

what is progress?

Wed, 22 Aug 2012 22:51:56 -0400

What is progress? It’s doing and experiencing and making mistakes and learning and moving forward. I started from my heart. I fell in love. I believe that was the beginning of my truest desire of trying to become a better person. And then I fell out of love. And that caused me to weep for many nights, but I did not stop there. I made more mistakes and kept on stumbling and doubting myself. Which is good. I kept learning. There is always time to grow. I struggled and I weeped some more but only because I jumped out of my comfort zone and tried new things. On my own now. I am mostly on my own. But with people watching and only if I ask will they help me out. I know this. And then I will feel the joy of company and friendship.

I am often doubting my capabilities and unrealistically unreal dreams. What the hell do I have to offer to this world? I then remind myself that that’s the wrong question to try get answers for. Instead, I ask myself what the world has to offer me. I remember that the world is the one waiting for me to test its waters of the oceans and to use everything it has to my advantage. Why do I fear that? I’m afraid of living. I’m afraid of success and love and happiness. It’s true. I am. I’m scared of becoming a beautiful, phenomenal person like I’ve always wanted to. Desire and fear go hand in hand, don’t they?

And then I remind myself that there is only one reason we’re here: like the plants and trees and waters on this earth, we were meant to keep growing and changing and breathing. Progress is movement. Moving forward. We were meant to fuck up all the time. How do we move forward if we’re not at a halt from our mistakes and tragedies first? Never moving backwards, though - a nice thought to keep in one’s head at all times. No experience is regretful unless you think it. So you stumbled and tripped… so what? Get back up and continue your movement, your dance, your phenomenon.

I like to think that I’m making progress. That thought, in itself, is already one of the first signs of a person who is moving forward. I’m excited for what’s ahead.

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Wed, 22 Aug 2012 01:40:01 -0400

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Thu, 16 Aug 2012 23:58:00 -0400

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