"You are one born to walk in the light. Plunging your head out of the white sky you flounder in an alien element. You think you are lost, but it is not so, for the spirits of light will help you and bear you up in spite of yourself and beyond all opposition you may offer. Do I sound mad? I sometimes think I am. Seize the immense potential strength you fight, which is within your body and ever so much more strongly within your soul, restore to me the sanity that left when you forgot me, when you sent me away, when you turned your footsteps towards a different path, a stranger route which you have trod apart…
I am perhaps God’s loneliest mortal. I do not have the companionship in drink you find, however unsatisfactory. My wretchedness is locked up within me. You used to cry to me to help you. The plea I send you is far more desperate. Help me, yes, save me, from all that is enveloping, threatening, trembling, and ready to pour over my head."
@4 days ago
#you are one born to walk in the light #Malcolm Lowry #Under the Volcano #quote #book #art #literature
Malcolm Lowry - Under the Volcano
No se puede vivir sin amar… (dolente dolore, dolente dolore, dolente dolore)
going to have to quit tumblr too?
-Im really getting tired of these twitter repost, but mostly its that when I had myspace and made really awesome bulletins no one cared, but a 140 characters into the future everything is worth tweeting and being re-tweeted. FML
p.s. tumblr according to my spell check is not a word, but twitter is 2x FML
@1 week ago with 1 note
#im losing touch with reality #just let me alone #might as well complain like everyone else #rant
@1 month ago with 13176 notes
#rant #black calla lily #calla lily #black #young bard
…And what I’ve loved is what she is barely comfortable showing. I felt like nothing I could say would reach her, warm her. I had lost. As if it was only kindness that brought her out. Yet it was a bittersweet kindness—to greet me in the rain and then leave with the lightening only to hear your voice say goodbye miles away in the rolling thunder. I want to call to you—to console you—to hear you, but I have heard and felt nothing from her to think she feels the same about me. Thus the final dagger to the heart. “Et tu” And all I want to do is feel guilty about it. How it is all my fault. How this is the ending I should of saw coming. How I could never be by her side, within range of her voice—to be at her beckoning call—to lay at her feet and thank God for life. (I could go on and on) Did I even try? If I did I failed. I could never keep promises to myself. I crumbled. I was afraid. And I should of done it anyway because if it would make (love interest) happy It means I am a better person. But I couldn’t do it. Not a single thing. To provide for her—be with her making, creating, moving on, moving up—being together, altogether, something else. That is what I really wanted. That was the vision I had, I’ve had—that I do not want to let go…