i wish i knew more colorado people.

when the highway ends-

well, you see, that’s just kinda
the thing about love.
it should be given infinitely,
and received just as much.
you should love without holding
anything back,
but you should also know when 
you should accept a dead love.
a dead love is one you feel
so deeply in your heart,
but the one who you are giving
all of your love to 
cannot return the favor. 
love sometimes meets dead ends
just like we always do on 
our crossroads,
there are times when loving
is just too much to give.
you can feel the halt in your heart
when you’ve reached the final
pivoting moment of surrender-
after giving your all,
you can do so no longer
because the two way street 
has run out of concrete.
love isn’t always meant to be,
but it should always be shared,
it should always be felt in a circle
between both sides.
if you don’t feel the love in your
chest has any return,
i suggest you look for a new highway.
your love will be worth endless miles
to someone on the 
other side.

I was built from fragile things—but that doesn’t make me weak. If anything, it makes me stronger. This constant breaking, but also this eventual pull of all the pieces back together. Despite it all. That is strength.
Shelby Asquith, Always (via exahele)
"The End"

inanotherdirection:

sometimes you feel so absent,
it’s almost like you’re stuck 
living the same dream you had
the night before.
for awhile, you can’t shake the
dream-like state, haphazardly
going throughout your day,
questioning all of the reality 
around you. 
it took years before you learned
to differentiate between real life
and your dreams. 
somehow, you always hear the
lines to that song right before 
you “awake” again.
always the same line, same tune,
same eerie defogging of your 
tired mind.
for so long you had accepted
your fate, almost narcoleptic 
in the day by day, not knowing
when you would wake up from
the dream or fall back into it.
at first,
you tried pinching yourself,
and for a day or two it worked,
but the pain wasn’t enough.
you might have slapped yourself
after that, 
but you can’t quite remember.
it’s not that you are a masochist,
you just needed to feel something,
anything,
in order to come back to the present.
that’s the thing about dreams,
you never really wake up until you
begin to feel.
ever remember waking up from 
a dream, crying because something
terrible had happened?
that’s the same idea.
the feeling, 
that’s what brings you back. 
every time. 
in your life, you have always 
had trouble relating to emotion
like everyone else.
in movies, you wouldn’t find
the punch lines amusing.
when your grandma passed,
you didn’t feel the heart ache. 
when you began to lapse
into your dreams, 
you could feel more alive than 
ever,
but the moment was fleeting-
only feeling in the seconds before
you awoke.
the last time, when you finally
separated your sleep from your reality-
you had felt fire.
without realizing it,
you were humming along to
that one particular song
and awoke in the middle of 
a burning building.

This is my portion of the project called “The End”

Check it out at inanotherdirection.tumblr.com 

Really happy how this turned out :)

iswearmusicwasinfinite:

JACK’S MANNEQUIN - DARK BLUE

If you’ve ever been alone you’ll know dark blue

go on-

go on-
tell me that i am someone i’m not
i dare you to try to prove me wrong.
go on-
try to push me to my limit,
try to make me fall of the edge.
i promise you’ll never see me fall.
go on-
tell me that i am not worthy,
deem me as less than the earth you walk on.
i will show you that i am covered in gold.
go on-
wait until i turn my back 
to say all of the things you’ve been meaning to say.
you words will fall flat and weightless.
go on-
trust me to be the girl you’ve dreamt up,
your dreams are nothing more than nightmares
and i am watching you close your eyes.

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i have no idea what this “says about me”

You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to (not always.) Hit shuffle on your ipod/phone/itunes/media player and write down the first 20 songs. Then pass this on to 10 peopleIf you want to do this, consider yourself tagged.

One rule: no skipping (tagged by several people; told to do it by supersatellite)

1. Red Hot Chili Peppers- Porcelain
2. Benjamin Francis Leftwich- Pictures
3. Childish Gambino- Flight of the Navigator
4. Feed Me- Until I Die (September- Feed Me Remix)
5. Death Cab for Cutie- The Sound of Settling
6. Michal Menert- Alpha Omega
7. The Devil Makes Three- Cheap Reward
8. Future Phrophetics- Dreadlock
9. Pillar- Sunday Bloody Sunday
10. Justice- D.A.N.C.E
11. The Strokes- The End Has No End
12. Tupac- Gangsta Party
13. Krewella- Feel Me
14. Portishead- It’s A Fire
15. Beats Antique- Borino
16. Forever The Sickest Kids- That For Me
17. The 1975- She Way Out
18. Cage The Elephant- Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked
19. The Ting Tings- Shut Up and Let Me Go
20. Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs- Your Love

holy shit, eclectic mix or what???

on advice, wisdom-

no one has ever asked me 
for advice.
i guess that’s probably because
i have never promised to
give the best answers to life’s 
questions,
i was never eager in school to
prove everyone else wrong.
no one has ever asked me if 
i think they should turn left or right,
go to this school or follow their
dreams of music-
because i have always been known
to make the biggest mistakes. 
i never showed up on time
and when i did, 
most of the time i was doodling or
daydreaming.
sometimes, i think people see me
as younger than i am
because i would prefer to hear
the wisdom of others than 
to dish out my ideas on philosophy.
not to say i am not a deeper thinker,
i just am a sponge,
collecting as much as i can,
retaining, always retaining.
i haven’t been through life-changing
challenges that have pushed me to
the very limits-
at least in comparison to those
who write memoirs,
i am another affluent american female.
no one has ever asked for
my advice,
probably because i have never
liked to give it,
i would prefer to live and learn 
and make mistakes
and let the people around me
figure it out just as i have:
without the divine prophecy of
another.


There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.
Leonard CohenSelected Poems, 1956-1968 (via feellng)

(Source: feellng)