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“I am a mountain of cavernous people searching for a lighthouse in the fog”
Empty Vessels Make The Loudest Sound - The Mars Volta
(Source: mattnotjackson)
A murmur from the ruins echoes softly as the roots undo
When I see me in your eyes
I just want to go blind
When I build coffin worlds with words
I just want a place to hide
When old guests meet new regrets
My daylight fades to grey
When our days bring guilt and shame
My heart turns black
These are my tombs, painted black and blue
These are my tombs painted just for you
Goodnight, goodnight
Dear goodbye
Black rose, be my light in the darkest of days
Be my heart in the darkest of nightsBe my heart
La voz de la desesperación, que te habla desde un caracolito en la matera.
“Con la extraña e inquietante certidumbre de que aún queda en mí espacio suficiente para lo que soy en realidad”
They have deadly weapons with which to inflict pain on the human body. They know how to bring about horrible deaths. They have clubs with which to beat the body and the head. They have bullets and guns with which to tear holes in the flesh, to smash bones, to disable and kill. They use force, to make you do what the deciders have decided you must do. They will use all that is neccessary to bring you to your knees.
Eldridge Cleaver
La extraña sensación de definirme más por lo que no soy que por lo que sí
She said..
‘Lets sing the crippling song’
Her lips always ate moments
like days
..and I was not prepared
I was gone
"— Horse The Band - Shapeshifter
“Happiness only real when shared”
Christopher McCandless AKA Alexander Supertramp
There’s something of me out there
in between the trees
but I don’t believe
I can give the thought the time
I don’t believe
I can give the thought the time
— Buddha (via elige)
(Source: whenbirdsflysouth, via igrowmazes)
These furious, haunting heights
Whisper me in my darkest moments,
And shifting by this ever changing threshold
I am simultaneously here and long gone
