FTW

Yesterday I spent 8 hours with a dude, helping him with his computer and having lunch and trying to find him a record player. He spent the whole time staring at his phone, or talking over me. The 5 minutes I spent alone, with this cat were the most enjoyable part of my day. This cat and I connected more in 5 minutes then I did with a person I’ve known for ages in 8 whole hours together…

Yesterday I spent 8 hours with a dude, helping him with his computer and having lunch and trying to find him a record player. He spent the whole time staring at his phone, or talking over me. The 5 minutes I spent alone, with this cat were the most enjoyable part of my day. This cat and I connected more in 5 minutes then I did with a person I’ve known for ages in 8 whole hours together…

Gorillaz

—To Binge

I’ll wait to be forgiven,
Maybe I never will,
My star has left me,
To take the bitter pill,

(Source: boilsnghouls)

This is how I live life

It starts raining. I’m at work. I step outside and just listen to the water hitting the leaves. I breath in the smell of it. I ponder it. Those are the moments that matter in life. The universe is too full of wonder for me to let it pass me by because “I’m busy”

1000 years from now, when capitalism is dead, we will be looked at like slaves. History will pity us. Why not stop being crushed under the heel of the rich and powerful? Why do we feel helpless?

Who owns land. What a foolish concept. Who owns time? We will be seen as gruesome barbarians. We will viewed as fools.

The only species that pays to live is humanity.

Let us hope we are on the verge of a World Wide peoples revolution.

the divine is full of monsters;

incandescent giants who lick their gold teeth,
whose mouths are full of crumbling cities, who breathe
death and fire and revelation and madness while
diamonds crack like splinters of bone between their gums

their whims are carved in stone, sand, pillars of salt
their feathers sticky with luminescent blood, their fingers
thunderous with creation, lightning in their eyes
that crackles and hisses from every direction of the sky

the divine is not static and humane; the divine does not play nice.

they will eat everything you are.

they will leave you reformed in a roar of light, peel away layers of you like birth
and with a saint’s conviction you will know that nothing feels more like luxury,
better to be blinded by brilliance than close your eyes to awe-

for your lips are always being kissed.

your mouth is champagne roses. you will eat lotuses. your lungs are perfumed and
your bones will blossom into stars. your blood is wine and you are clothed in light;

your skin threshed wheatlike until the gold of you shines.

natasza stark, “anchorite”  (via facina-oris)

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