1. jedavu:

    Sculptures from Kevin Francis Gray

    New Songs.

    [ Disparate ] - Cofias
    I cannot reach you
    Just like time / you moved on
    When did you pass me?
    Instead of colliding
    You just vanish

    And I thought
    He just created you
    As my promised land
    And the more I think
    The less I understand

    Why cannot reach you?
    I thought I’d get closer
    I’m running out of mind
    Stealing some more time
    With you

    You’re telling me
    The same old story
    And all I seem to hear
    Why can you not reach me
    Anymore / anywhere?
    This love destroys me
    Can’t you see?
    Anymore / anyone?
    Calling out for help
    Isolate myself
    Some more / some more
    My world has come apart
    I don’t know where to start
    I press pause for now
    My life just fell apart
    I don’t know how to stop
    Keeping falling down.

    Reblogged from: theversatilist
  2. elenamorelli:

{ red + orange }

(Cofias - Krestophorus)You told meI’d carried the worldIn a time thatBelongs to the pastBut once I was weakNow I am strongNot strong enoughTo carry my own lifeDrag my burden all alongYou didn’t tell meThat I failedAs I wasn’t that strong.


    { red + orange }

    (Cofias - Krestophorus)
    You told me
    I’d carried the world
    In a time that
    Belongs to the past
    But once I was weak
    Now I am strong

    Not strong enough
    To carry my own life
    Drag my burden all along
    You didn’t tell me
    That I failed
    As I wasn’t that strong.

    Reblogged from: elenamorelli
  3. theyuniversity:

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    'It was the closest to purgatory that I've ever experienced while I've been living.'
    Dave Thomas.

    The quote represents what’s happened today [!]

    It all started with waking up at 6 a.m.
    Knowing me I knew it would be hell on earth and yet it superseded everything terrible I’d imagined.
    {I skip the boring facts about having breakfast and getting ready to take off for the first day back at school after amazing 10 [!] weeks of amazing doing-nothing-at-all}
    Can you see the horror on the streets right before your eyes? I wished for ‘The Walking Dead’: no clogged streets with over-challenged, petulant/pissed car drivers, no horrible search for a parking lot amidst a sea of metal as far as the eye can reach.

    Getting into the train was like:
    Oh. My. Gosh.
    Where in god’s name do all these people come from? There has to be a nest or something. And so many children and so many incredibly loud children and so on.
    Music on = Fvcked Up, Crowded World off [!]
    {The ‘V’ is on purpose and it’s for Vendetta - my time will come [!] Just wait for it}

    Having re-read what I’ve just wrote I come to the conclusion that I might have fed the black wolf. But I’m totally ok with that [!]
    I don’t need the world.
    The world needs me.
    - Arrogance is an attitude
    I can afford -

    Everyone just cares about him- or herself & only I care about myself.

    Reblogged from: theyuniversity
  4. Don’t be a writer. Be writing.
    William Faulkner (via blotsandplots)
    Reblogged from: literatureismyutopia
  5. wsjhouseoftheday:

    Geometry at Home

    Photos: Rebecca Kmiec

    'If you are trying to achieve, there will be roadblocks. I have had them; everybody has had them.
    But obstacles don’t have to stop you.
    If you run into a wall, don’t turn around and give up.
    Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it.’
    Michael Jordan

    … Some beautiful day
    Far away
    I am going to live there.

    And if my cardboard box doesn’t look like this architectural greatness/perfection I’ll simply remember Elbert Hubbard:
    'Do not take life too seriously.
    You will never get out of it

    Reblogged from: wsjhouseoftheday
  6. 'Elegance is the only
    Beauty that never fades.’
    Audrey Hepburn
    Cofias - Throne

    I cover my eyes
    So you cannot see
    At what I stare
    I wouldn’t have to
    If you didn’t care

    I wouldn’t have to
    If you didn’t join me
    I’d enjoy solitude
    If you weren’t here with me

    I’m not lonely
    I’m just alone
    Or at least
    I want to be
    I want to be

    I don’t need you
    I’ve survived on my own
    What a saviour
    When I already ascended the throne
    I’ve seen the pendulum
    Looming above me
    Like a watch
    Telling when to leave

    I was ushered to my place
    But it felt like
    Being put in their place
    I face two dozen eyes
    Staring at me
    Put on my shades
    So no one can see


    (Hook 2x)

  7. explore-everywhere:

going back to this spot tomorrow. can’t wait.

'I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude.'Henry David Thoreau


    going back to this spot tomorrow. can’t wait.

    'I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude.'
    Henry David Thoreau

    Reblogged from: alandwithoutmagikarp
  8. 'Drive my heart
    Into the night
    You can drop the keys off
    In the morning
    I don’t want to leave home
    Without your love
    Without it.’
    Miley Cyrus

    I hate trains.
    Especially suburbans.

    How can you demand
    Move on?
    When the thing I loved
    Has gone.

  9. Malta,

'We all have stories
We won’t ever tell.’
- Unknown


    'We all have stories
    We won’t ever tell.’
    - Unknown

  10. The darker the night, the brighter the stars,
    The deeper the grief, the closer is God!
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment (via wordsnquotes)

    I contradict.

    I guess,
    Everyone needs to believe in something
    I’d say,
    No believers in the wrong thing.

    You can
    Rest your faith in whoever you like
    When it
    Helps you to go on in life.

    Don’t. Don’t. Don’t
    Expect me to believe the same
    Only one god
    But with different names
    You can chose either you want
    Decide yourself
    Don’t follow the savants.

    I think
    I’ll do this, too
    It’s up to you.

    What if
    It’s hard to trust someone
    Or when
    A loved person is gone
    If you’re looking for solace
    Blinded by grief
    Don’t get trapped
    In the arms of the first priest
    You see.

    Some tell a lot
    Without saying something.
    Some only take
    And you can kiss their ring.

    Reblogged from: literatureismyutopia

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