Anonymous SENT: god i love you

I’m flattered, i love you too! why are you on anon? :-/ 

just said fuck my life out loud while scrolling through pictures of brooks nielsen 

Goodnight and great love to you. We see the same stars.
George Mallory, from a letter to his wife Ruth during the 1921 Everest Reconnaissance Expedition (via breanna-lynn)


clear pee makes me feel safe

like i’m living my life right

Jack White delivers 33-song, three-hour set in Chicago, marking the longest show of his career




And I’m still exhausted

i was not there but i listened to it live and i cried

i don’t know what to think about my summer because most of it has been spent without any social networks or reach to the internet..which is good. so i’ve been reading a shit load. i’ve finished two books so far. steven adler’s autobiography and patti smith’s autobiography. two beautiful books.  learned so much. I’m  reading civil disobedience and walden by henry david thoreau right now, i love it. i have so many questions. is adler still an addict?? he deserves everything. his book made me really nobody would help him during his hardest times. i felt like going back in time and helping him. thats all he needed. is axl still a misunderstood asshole? i don’t know but i still love him. i am naming my child axl. iv’e found myself scarcely scared of anything lately with the support of marilyn manson’s writing. he is seriously an idol to me. i have so much to write about!!!!! to whoever wants to read this random almost pointless blog. 


My fav thing about tumblr is the complete lack of country music it makes me feel like this is where I should be

this is so funny to me because i love country music and my dash is full of johnny cash dolly parton and the rest

The gods exist—they too have grown and no longer desire temples or praise—Indifferent
Indifferent to small men who tower in art only
I break apart a French loaf and find joy as the crust crumbles—
I write this standing, realizing there is no virtue in standing
All I care for now are proud shoulders
If I can walk easy and speak slow I will keep them
Enough sparcity
Forests should grow in me
Commerce tells me I am obsolete as I age enough to decline their offers
The young are not rebellious—they buy everything
They are not smart—they take pictures of camera phones
Better a woman’s hip—a hip and nothing else
I don’t want to see her
I want to feel her
Worship those lovers who kiss in the dark and keep sweat sacred
I dress in costumes from Godard movies
I read poetry in Spanish
I eat cottage cheese and taste the flavor of modern American life
I will decline the offer for free food
I will decline food
The sun will feed me and give me the shoulders of a lion
Proud Shoulders I have not forgotten you
Stimie (via howitzerliterarysociety)
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
Pablo Neruda (via ironworthstriking)