For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
One need not expend all their resources to get a fine item from my shop; whether you intend to woo in pursuit of, maintain or eschew The Bard of Avon’s muse there is something for any and every one. Take a look if you are so inclined.
These are still great. All of them.
I would like or reblog every single one of these, if I just had the spine to BELIEVE IN SOMETHING FOR ONCE.
Things Could Be Worse by Benjamin Dewey
You may have fallen off a moving boxcar and your spouse ran away with your dog (to be together), but look, the calamitous nature of life dictates that things could always be worse. And they could! After all, you’re not trapped in the 20,000,000 year old lake under Antarctic ice. Nor are you a Bearded Lady enslaved by carnies. If by some chance you have befallen any of these unfortunate fates, then I apologize: things probably are pretty bad for you. Follow some similar near-catastrophic potentialities at Benjamin’s tumblr, or buy prints at etsy so you can plaster on your wall the reminder that hey, you’re not a zombie… yet.
Honestly, I wish I were dead.
Weeping she left with many tears,
And said; “Oh what terrible things”
we endured. Sappho, truly,
against my will I...
- bingerdinkhumpydunky said:I know this might come across as a shallow question, but I've been thinking about it for a very long time, so I thought I'd ask. What is your song "Source Decay" talking about? I can feel that there's a ton of emotion there, but I can't quite trace the story it's telling. The imagery in it is beautiful (particularly the highway being a mobius strip) but I feel like I need the backstory you imaged or experienced to make the whole picture make sense. Thanks so much for your time, I'm a huge fan.
Well, there are two stories in the song: the present-day one, in which a person relates how he makes a weekly trip to Austin from somewhere two...
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane
-Vladimir Nabokov +
- boy:girl:the boy and the girl do not have a conversationlove does not existyou're going to die some day
- “I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the...”