I am
a series of
small victories
and large defeats
and I am as
as any other
I have gotten
from there to

where you are vs where you should be.

You would always whisper,
“God doesn’t need us,” but
your mouth tasted like
holy wine, skin like the
paper-thin wafers they
lay on your tongue at church.

You find divine revelation
at the bottom of whisky bottles,
carry your baby teeth in your pocket
like rosary beads.

Jeremiah told his people
to roll themselves in ashes and
mourn for Nineveh’s demise,
but you are steeped
in self-erosion,
covered in the soot of
your own decay.

A woman outside the grocery store
hands you a bible and tells you
that Jesus died for our sins;
you flick your cigarette onto
the concrete and say,
“I’m about to die
for my own.”

ernest hemingway
once wrote, “the world is a
fine place and worth fighting for.”
ernest hemingway put the lip
of a gun to his head,
pressed down on the trigger
and heard the bang of the bullet
going in through his ear,
with manuscripts of love letters
still in his pockets.
what does that say about
what it means to fight?
what does that say about
my “i am fine” sounding like
“i want to learn how best
to fight and i want to learn


wes anderson movies taught me that fucked up horrifying tragic living circumstances are no excuse not to carefully maintain a cute pastoral aesthetic at all times

posted Apr 02, 2014 at 8:18 from vh1 with 51,073 notes
tagged as: #kanye #gifs #worth it #yo
i’ve spent half my life trying to understand bukowski
so that i could write poetry like he did.
i guess i’ve since realised that
bukowski wrote to make people wish they were bukowski, and that is art in itself:
when words can make you wish you were a worse human being just so that you could be better at your craft!
the very sacrifice of self to another in order to sacrifice yourself again,
to lose yourself in someone who lost themselves at the bottom of a hipflask
and to try to find yourself in a circle of screaming at your loved ones between meals.
the notes of a dirty old man have brought thousands screeching to a halt
to ponder the profundity of bad, bad people,
to glorify the terrible in the world for the rest of their days.
heroes are only human.


I’m glad mushrooms are against the law, because I took them one time, and you know what happened to me? I laid in a field of green grass for four hours going, “My God! I love everything.” Yeah. Now, if that isn’t a hazard to our country … how are we gonna keep building nuclear weapons, you know what I mean? What’s gonna happen to the arms industry when we realize that we’re all One?


Meg Rosoff, How I Live Now

posted Mar 09, 2014 at 3:56 from aseaofquotes with 5,063 notes
tagged as: #words