limits

don't tell me the sky is the limit when there are footsteps on the moon.

it's just hide and seek

Maybe one day i'll open my eyes and stop pretending i'm the six year old playing that game of hide and seek. Maybe i'll stop counting... stop hiding. Maybe i'll look for what i really want. But then come those nights where i'd rather do nothing but blend into the walls and just disappear for a while. So I squeeze my eyes tight and plug my ears until they ring and beg for things to end. My eyes are slowly opening. It's not as scary as I thought.

it's all i ask.

one of these days i promise you, i'll just pack up and get up and go. so for now let’s dance & sing & fuck & love because for once i’m feeling like i don’t want to be alone. and for once i’m feeling like i don’t care what they think. and maybe it’s not right, but it’s right now. so why don’t we close the doors & turn out the lights & find our way solely by our fingertips. let’s stop thinking & feel for one moment - it’s all i ask.

hunter s thompson

I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine to five hours.

early bird.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

the test

“The test we must set for ourselves is not to march alone but to march in such a way that others wish to join us.” - Hubert Humphrey

it's you.

You do this - you do. You take the things you love and tear them a p a r t .

change.

Things do not change, we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.

glass.

Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than hurt yourself trying to putting it back together...

breakfast at tiffany's

"Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,” Holly advised him. “That was Doc’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky."



Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear"

enjoy the silence.

Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?

I don't know. That's a good question.

That's when you know you've found somebody special.When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

-Pulp Fiction

just so you know

i do not care what car you drive or where you live.

...if you know someone who knows someone who knows someone.

...if your clothes are this years cutting edge.

...if your trust fund is unlimited.

...if you are A-list, B-list or never-heard-of-you list.

i only care about the words that flutter from your mind. they are the only things you truely own; the only thing i will remember you by.

i will not fall in love with your bones and skin. i will not fall in love with the places you have been. i will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind...

The Paradox of Our Age

*from eternal sunshine of the spotless mind*

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, yet more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; big men and small character; steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce; fancier houses but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

curious

A work in progress?

I crave your touch - hear your voice
While I wait for the sweetness of dreams
To come over me

See you now clearer than before.
See me now cleaner than before.
Pull me close and wrap me in,
Hold me tight to cleanse my sin,
Hands on hips just one more time
Lips on lips just one more time

Once more I wash away the act.
For once what is left isn’t black.
Isn’t hate, isn’t hopeless, isn’t fear
No, not lonely, cause I know that you’re here.

Pull me close and wrap me in,
Hold me tight to cleanse my sin,
Hands on hips just one more time
Lips on lips just one more time

One small laugh can make me breathless,
One more moment, let me feel this,
Stay for now, just stay tonight
Let me see you in the morning’s light

Pull me close and wrap me in,
Hold me tight to cleanse my sin,
Hands on hips just one more time
Lips on lips just one more time

Hands on hips just one more time
Lips on lips just one more time...

thoughts.

We don't communicate anymore... we just talk.
We don't understand anymore... we just listen.
We don't love anymore... or maybe that's just me.

the hardest battle