Capsize All The Way Home

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.

—     Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption: A Story from Different Seasons

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Who knew one measly little wisdom tooth could cause so much discomfort?

Applying to three places tomorrow in hopes of finally, FINALLY getting to quit my current god-awful job. Fingers crossed!

Why, then, has mankind not long ago gone extinct during great epidemics of madness? Why do only a fairly minor number of individuals perish because they fail to endure the strain of living- because cognition gives them more than they can carry? Cultural history, as well as observation of ourselves and others, allow the following answer: Most people learn to save themselves by artificially limiting the content of consciousness.

—    Peter Wessel Zapffe, The Last Messiah

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a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? i wish we could feel like that more often. i also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere i like. i wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and i wish i could get lost in the stars.

listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.

—    e.e. cummings (via serialchillers)

(via unrepulse)

I wonder if the people that design body pillows get paid extra for creating something solely from memory.

An extra quarter an hour for tapping into those nerves that may serve a purpose greater than just another warm body.

The tag reads:
dry clean only
and on the other side, in French:
human beings are not backboards,
stop using palms as open courts in hopes that they will get caught in the nets of veins
only to use over time to count all the flesh that you have bound together.
Yes, you are out of fucking bounds.

3:16 AM
and this is your reminder to eat because eventually your bones will remember that they are meant to carry far more than just survival.

3:18 AM
There is not enough cocaine in the world to unteach your nerves how to feel or your mind how to race, lest it comes in the form of a fatal heart attack.

We are all born with magnets in the soles of our feet.
We are the negative to the positive of the core of the Earth.
This is what grounds you.
This is the impact that only hits harder as we grow older.

Irony is searching for substance within substances.

—    Turn Yourself Into A Line Of Coke, Then I’ll Do Ya, Ivy Dowhan (Source: thefragilityofopenness)