We Shall Consecrate The Soul of Men

An impeccably imperfect example of the ultimate universal paradox.
A gypsy who wishes only to find a home.
A content loner thrust into a sea of people.
A social butterfly not meant for companionship.
A vegetarian who craves blood.
I am waiting for a father who will never return, a letter sent by owl that is 8 years too late, and an answer to the many questions I implore from the universe.

Questions and comments are always encouraged :)


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djddy:

robin williams is one of those people who’s always been around and you never think about how they might not be around one day because they’re already immortal in your mind but then you lose them and it feels like you’ve lost part of your own history

(via nymphet-innocence)

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observando:

Mr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.
They were a normal, happy husband and wife.
One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.
Mrs. Smith would would be a mom
which would make him the dad!
But something was wrong with their bundle of joy.
It wasn’t human at all,
it was a robot boy!
He wasn’t…

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coldlikedeath:

allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Robin Williams
Rest in peace.

O Captain, my Captain…
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🎶You push it hard, I pull away, I’m feeling hotter than fire
I guess that no one ever really made me feel that much higher
Te deseo, cariño, boy, it’s you I desire
Your love, your love, your love🎶  #icantstop #lanadelrey #westcoast #ultraviolence #fav
Anyone who knows me knows that my grandfather is the most important man in my life. With his health deteriorating over the years, it’s been rare to see him sit on the floor and play. Seeing this picture brings more joy to my life than I thought I could have, and I just had to share. My grandpa and my little brother playing. I’m heartbroken that I can’t be there to witness this event in person. #family #abuelo #hermano #memories
You know. Chillen with the homies. In a place where old meets new. #luxor #vegas #walkthestrip #ysbh #thankyouWV
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ru-cp:

you blew through me like bullet holes 
left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul

(Source: thecreepylittlegirl, via ohdoe)

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