What happened to the heart of dance? →
julesurich: Picture this… a blank page filled with the most eloquent, powerful, dynamic words written down except for one thing. The words say nothing, they mean nothing. They are just bunch of random words that sound good and look good but the sentences don’t make any sense because there are none.. all it is is a bunch of words. That is what I see when I watch so many of these dance...
woofuckingjiho: when the pizza guy came over today i was like “have a good day” and he said “dont tell me what to do” and i just stood there staring at him and then he’s like “lol i got that from drake and josh”
Anonymous asked: would you ever do a friends with benefits thing?
There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some...– Haruki Murakami, A Slow Boat to China (via winterworries)
life is delectable: What happens if you fall in... →
karenfelloutofbedagain: Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex…
leafarja: nuclearbummer: this is my new favorite video Hercules reads his script entirely wrong (reads the word disappointed, when he was supposed to sound disappointed) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMFG LMAO
jraycookies asked: I'll give you another list sometime (: hopefully it'll help. You need more sleep! What's been going on if you'd like to talk about it.
jraycookies asked: Yessam. That's correct haha. You doin alright there friend? That chill playlist you made inspired by me not helping you right now? x(
jraycookies asked: Damn 4am there? From the east coast i'm guessing?
i can’t go back to sleep. I’m so used to sleep deprivation that 3-4 hours compensates to suffice. i can’t close my eyes again because when i do, a million thoughts race through my head. So many faces and actions and voices. I’ve never noticed how easy it was to match a voice with a face. So I’m staring at the ceiling fan, and when i stare long enough it starts to...
I love being by myself
It’s kinda different, yknow, from how it sounds. “By myself” is different than “alone”, even though they mean the same thing by definition. Am i making sense? Although it wasn’t originally supposed to be, i had another day of remarkable solitude. Setting: Barnes & Noble in Union Square. i was engaged in really really interesting conversations with 5...
whitecoffeecups: Maybe In What if, in another universe, I deserve you? Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously. Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all...
i was never the type
I was never, and would never be, interested by someone in “high demand”. Unless of course they have a kick ass personality, but that’s beside the point. You know that whole “crowd-syndrome” thing i wrote about a little while ago- about how people like something just because other people like it- well yeah, that’s never how i felt. I can relate in some cases, but...
This summer i’m definitely going to read every Haruki Murakami book out there. I always glance at one or two in b&n but never paid it any attention till now, when i’m continuously coming across various quotes from his books. iunno if anyone really cares for reading or even has the interest to read this post, but if you truly are interested, here’s a little sumnsum: “Lost...
We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been...– Galway Kinnell
Anonymous asked: oh, tala, if you had a zipper then you would see just what everyone else sees-- a beautiful girl with a beautiful heat, the most interesting and clever of thoughts, and something to make anyone smile.you would have every reason to have the world's biggest ego, but being you, you still wouldnt
Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.– Benjamin Franklin (via absea)
If i had a zipper
attached to my skin, unravel it, what would you see? What you see me as, what you see yourself and everyone else as, has nothing to do with what’s truly inside. I’ve seen ugly things in beautiful people, and beautiful things in ugly people. I wonder what color my own thoughts are.
Last night i dreamt i was flying.
It was a lucid dream. Usually when i have lucid dreams i “wake up” from where I’m sleeping and have to come to the decision if I’m really awake or really asleep. Most of the time a change in setting tells me I’m asleep, like a light on or a door closed. When i tried to get off the couch i kept reverting back to my original position, like a lagging game. My mind was...
pyrex-vision: aint no condoms in my wallet girl those are ramen noodle flavor packets