“I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.”  
  • unfiltered thoughts #4. |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)

    (via actuates)

  • "

    you wanna love someone?
    love yourself
    goddamn, girl.
    love yourself.

    but what if i don’t?
    what if i don’t know how to?
    what if i gotta find someone
    to love me
    so good
    that it feels like i love myself?

    i mean, damn.
    you try spending 18 years 
    in skin that doesn’t feel
    like home.

    you try loving everything so much,
    everything but you,
    so hard
    so hard that you run dry.

    i love things,
    lots of things.
    i also love people,
    lots of people.
    but there’s a difference
    between loving someone
    and loving
    with someone.

    i mean,
    how am i supposed to love myself
    when i don’t know what
    loving myself,
    loving me,
    even looks like.

    loving others?
    that comes too naturally.
    loving me?
    well, all i can say is:
    i wish it was that easy.

    "
  • William Carlos Williams, in an introduction to Allen Ginsberg's Howl (via a-naimster)
  • "Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels."
  • tilde44:

    William S. Burroughs - A Thanksgiving Prayer

    obligatory

    (Source: youtube.com, via tilde44)

  • Jack Kerouac, writing in Allen Ginsberg’s journal. (via beatdom)
  • "Society bleeds geniuses."
  • Claudia Rankine (via lazypacific)

    (via lazypacific)

  • "In my dream I apologize to everyone I meet. Instead of introducing myself, I apologize for not knowing why I am alive. I am sorry. I am sorry. I apologize. In real life, oddly enough, when I am fully awake and out and about, if I catch someone’s eye, I quickly look away. Perhaps this too is a form of apology."
  • "Show me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy."