Ok. I’m about to listen to You’re Dead. I quit and rid myself of every responsibility I have right now. When I come back from this, I will be a different person.

Rumor has it that the new flylo record has leaked and I’m seriously having an intense internal battle with myself on what to do.

duality

A desperate mocking claws at my mind,
Though each piece arranged in a row
All those things I’ve been reaping,
I now must sow.

Absolutely. Fine.

But I cannot but wonder
As I straighten my back once more
All these neatly packaged rhythms,
What are they for?

Destiny? Fate?

As every memory is organized numerically
As the color blue loses it’s name
To become a shade, I wonder
Are each of us trapped inside of a game?

Or are there merely a few.

In the cosmic ballroom,
Does destiny dance with us differently?
Or does it’s judgement
Expand beyond the canvas that I see?

Does it choose you, does it choose me?

As the dawning of reality subsides
Into the morning of possibility,
How do I step away from this canvas,
And perceive this scene in actuality?

How, when all the music changes
And the mood that permeates in our swaying
Suffers the side effect of time,
Can I choose what the DJ will be playing?

Iā€™m sifting through the rubble
scanning the destruction before me for a glimmer.
In this desperate time, the once
magnificent and glorious light begins to dimmer.

Despite this,
there is something new I now understand.

All things are locked into a pattern,
each day turns into night and then again
the leaves fall and the winter comes
the snow melts and I try again.

We only ever exist in the present moment.
Behind us lies the infinitesimal links that lead to now
and before us are the endless pathways of fate.

What, from what has been, do I wish no longer?
What now do I wish more than ever?
Standing now on the cusp of ruin.

I just put a spoon full of Ben & Jerry’s Peanut Butter Cup ice cream in my coffee. Judge me.

New goal:

Become more appreciative.

Also Pinata is the album of the year.

Also I have some really incredible people in my life right now and I want everyone to know that without them I am nothing.

I don’t give a fuck what anyone says, Truekey’s Trook Juke Vol. 2 is the best shit on the internet right now.

There is so much that I want to say but I don’t even know where to begin. As soon as I sit down to start writing I become immediately overwhelmed.

As it stands, humanity’s future is fucked.

sacrebleuphotography:

This picture has been taken on the top of a cliff just between the Sydney Harbour and the Ocean. On one side there was the sunset and blue sky and on the other side you could have seen this landscape. A storm was coming and it was possible to see the rain falling down.

Watson Bay, Sydney, Australia.

(via scentofloniceras)

eleven-three:

aurelle:

“I like trains. I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended between two places, all anxieties of purpose taken care of: for this moment I know where I am going.” - Anna Funder

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eleven-three:

aurelle:

ā€œI like trains. I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended between two places, all anxieties of purpose taken care of: for this moment I know where I am going.ā€ - Anna Funder

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(via worknights)