(via necromantik)
At the edge, looking up,
Shifting focus onto a majestic void.
Leaving myself open to let go,
Drift along and disappear.
I listen when you sing. Astral resonance rings.
My gaze ascends, never ends. Numbness strikes like fever.
Whispers generate waves;
I can’t heed them all.
On my knees, mesmerized;
In awe of. Solarised.
Acceptance before I return to the stars.
(via castingshadowsoverclocks)
“I don’t think that people accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable.”
— David Lynch (via easymomentsandobsession)
(via rape-america)
“You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves.”
— Charles Bukowski (via moriarty)
(via rape-america)
