“You aint a saint ‘cause you a sinner like us;
You see there aint no proof that God exists but In God We Trust.”
- Trevor Hall, Venomous
“He promises to speak the truth, - then he lies again.”
- Trevor Hall, Venomous
all we do
is make our imprints
on grass
The taste
Of liquor, reminds
me of rock bottom; but the
feeling gets me high
isn’t that the truth.
bathtub because the lakes here are far too murky,
and I wanted to be found
letscrywolf (via openhearteyeswings)
The Analog Kid: Now that Tumblr is owned by Yahoo, I'd like to propose a change, since they now have more money:
Please create a better system for contacting authorities in the event of a tumblr user threatening suicide. Surely there is a way to find said user’s contact info and contact appropriate authorities. Sometimes we are lucky enough to have their contact information, but most…
Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Aristotle (via allthingsgreece)
Rumi, from R.o.s.e (via violentwavesofemotion)
Walter Bishop (via rosettes)
James Baldwin (via ladyvenoms)
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should
Benedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via benedictsmith)
