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Blast\\Perception

Head starved for earth amongst the stars, feet reaching for the clouds. Stretched thin. Like any other person in their twenties I try to figure this shit out. Home is no mark on a map, but a state of mind.

The interesting thing about grief, I think, is that it is its own size. It is not the size of you. It is its own size. And grief comes to you. You know what I mean? I’ve always liked that phrase “He was visited by grief,” because that’s really what it is. Grief is its own thing. It’s not like it’s in me and I’m going to deal with it. It’s a thing, and you have to be okay with its presence. If you try to ignore it, it will be like a wolf at your door.

Stephen Colbert, who lost his father at a young age (via creatingaquietmind)

house-under-a-rock:

Pamela Shanti chicken-winging on Gabriel 13c, Zion, Utah

photo: Jim Thornburg

bonitavista:

Oxford, England photo viadavid

druggedup-lesbian:

Beautiful smoke spot!

My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.

E. Y. Harburg (via insanity-and-vanity)

Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.

Tyler Kent White (via theangrytherapist)

There is nothing prettier than a city at 5 AM with its empty streets and cold wind

5AM walks through London

(via missellacronin)