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Life leaks. 31/52
It’s pretty interesting the way the brain works, and how memories can be easily distorted or forgotten. It’s difficult to know if or when this is a good thing, and when it’s not. Either way, these misinterpretations of our past inform our relationship with the present and our outlook on the future.
by Aaron Nett  (hownetta.tumblr.com)
Jun 11, 2014 / 283 notes

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Life leaks. 31/52

It’s pretty interesting the way the brain works, and how memories can be easily distorted or forgotten. It’s difficult to know if or when this is a good thing, and when it’s not. Either way, these misinterpretations of our past inform our relationship with the present and our outlook on the future.

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by Tasha Maríe  (teapalm.tumblr.com)
Jun 11, 2014 / 889 notes
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May 7, 2014 / 1 note

jy ruk elke blom en blaar van boom
sonder waarskuwing
sonder vrae
en elke keer neek jy net alles op waarlangs jy loop
net soos dit jou pas
onrus van self

ten spyte van al die chaos
laat jou afwesigheid my wêreld dood voel
dit sny deur my soos koue weer
jou onrus maak my hart kalm
onveilig en tog so beskermd

‘n donderstorm in een mens
‘n orkaan by ‘n rustige kusdorp
jy gooi bome in die strate neer
net om te sê
EK 
WAS 
HIER

jy was daar
ek wens jy was nogsteeds
maar geen mens of mag
kan jou beheer

onvoorspelbaar

onbeheerbaar
my warrelwind-mens

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" I wish I could live free
I Hope it’s not beyond me
Settling down, it takes time..
One day we’ll live together
And life will be better
I have it here, yeah, in my mind..”

I have way too much time on my hands
Mar 20, 2014 / 3 notes

I have way too much time on my hands

Mar 20, 2014 / 49,807 notes
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(via gokakman)

Mar 16, 2014 / 1,059 notes
I spoke too soon, it seems, for you made a home in my dreams.
While I slept you kept running yourself through my head,
Like, “I won’t be dead yet.” I said, “You don’t understand.
We had no control. They stole it; love’s been so unfair to me.”
“But see, boy, that’s my point. You must move on.”
Then felt her ghost move in me.
I heard her voice call out my name but this time it faded out - away.
“I’ll bury it today.”
So I breathed her name out into a cold, cold room,
watched her ghost ascend the walls and then dissolve,
“This time I choose to let her go.
I will not let my fear become the only world I’ve ever known.
I know my heart, kiss my mouth, set me free - I’ve wounds to mend.
And we’ll be more than friends, my dear;
I fear I’ve changed my mind again.”
“But boy, you’re too late. Oh, God, it’s too late.”
Then Again, Maybe You Were Right - La Dispute
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 / 230,262 notes

jetrocketskates:

"Friendzoned again!" I shout, pumping my fist in the air. I made a new friend today. Today is a good day.

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