(via a-me-lia)

  2:04 am  |  

its a lifelong dream of mine to get a hold of one of these wonderful vehicles and drive around the US. I have an intense desire to travel and i’ve never seen most of the states. Austin, Miami, Boulder/Denver, Seattle, Portland, Tempeh are all on my list.

(via live-f-r-e-e)

  1:29 am  |  

san francisco??? i left my heart there. 

(Source: capharnaumm, via light-on-in-chicago)

  12:44 am  |  

“I thank you for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.”

— e.e. cummings

  12:42 am  |  

i’m itching for a good show to get decked out in body paint and glitter at. the flaming lips are the best show to be insanely ridiculous at but theres eoto and blackmoth super rainbow coming to madison in in the fall. 

I’m telling you there’s something about perceiving color that alters your state of mind, or at least enhances your mood temporarily. i cannot be sad a second when i am multicolored head to toe.

getting creative is one of the best ways to get happy, however if you’re unhappy to begin with, the last thing you wanna do is explore the nooks and crannies of that right cranial  hemisphere. But trust me, crank some tunes, and let the juices flow. Draw/paint/write/sketch the first this that pops into your mind and roll with it. It doesn’t have to be good, as long as it means something to you. as long a you put your heart and soul into every last pen line, brush stroke, what have you, you will benefit from this. Try it, it’s not for everyone, but whether you an artist or not is irrelevant. You might surprise yourself.

(via hybridbrew)

  1:57 am  |  

via kaleidoscopicmind

i haven’t smoked weed in two months because of lack of funds and being home in the suburbs where shitty weed is standard. i think i’m going a little insane…it’s getting scary.

  12:43 pm  |  

decode my life and uncover stories ensconced inside 
the beads on my wrist, the work of hands 
thousands of miles to the east 
bartered for a song during a storm
see my sister’s smile in the curving ridges 
of the silver encircling my finger
in my eyes, the poor fisherman 
who dreamed of the possibilities 
of a different destiny across the sea 
and hear the strains of a captured memory
find a soul and a smile in every written melody

  2:38 am  |  

What if hearts
are just like
balloons
and what if
they too
can find too much
filling them
to the brink
of bursting?
What if 
this heart
cannot swell
any more
than this
and what if 
your lips
are the pins
and needles
that will finally
set it 
free?

  10:48 am  |  

The Beastie Boys Don’t Play No Game That I Can’t Win ft. Santigold from Beastie Boys

via funny or die

  12:33 am  |