Keep the world at bay

I think I might have just found “the one” Lord have mercy on my heart this time….

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 14:54:24 -0500

I think I might have just found “the one” Lord have mercy on my heart this time….

there is so much pain in this little heart of mine, i wish i could just belt it out in a...

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 23:13:53 -0500

there is so much pain in this little heart of mine, i wish i could just belt it out in a song…..but nothing is ever loud enough

"I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in..."

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 00:57:29 -0500

“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.”

- (via scorpiid)

I cling to the eerie sound of the banjo and haunting screams from somewhere beyond. Somewhere beyond...

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 00:53:50 -0500

I cling to the eerie sound of the banjo and haunting screams from somewhere beyond. Somewhere beyond this place there are penetrating vocalization of the pain one’s heart feels from watching their loved one be ripped slowly away tendon by tendon. With each desolate drawn out blink of one’s eye the slow drone of panic thunders in with a rhythm. A constant pace of solitude, destitute, an unimaginable thirst for one more second of life no matter how hopeless. To feel the warm pulsing inside of her one more moment. To look at where you come from a know its dripping with love one more moment. To hear the banjo play a clang the tune of death. Slowly then rising. Laying on the battlefield, a field dyed red like the inside of the rabid fox strewn over a snowy field. The contrast of white and death is blinding. Louder the screams pounding your ear, with every swallow you wince in pain and with desire for other moments when you knew another one was possible. Faster the clanging of the musician takes his final bow and screams make you deaf.

how is it that the whole world can think you are beautiful

Tue, 15 Jan 2013 00:22:37 -0500

except yourself….

I try to get into your head. I try to feel you out. I try to get your attention with a flash of my...

Mon, 14 Jan 2013 00:40:19 -0500

I try to get into your head. I try to feel you out. I try to get your attention with a flash of my smile. It works. The first person to truly get me since I have began to get myself. Its not going to work, though. But I love you as a friend as a person as a neighbor as a fellow cosmic smile. Oh do I love you ! Maybe one day my soul will shine brighter than anything else in your life and you will make us, an us. Until then, to infinity and beyond !

What are we made of?

Mon, 14 Jan 2013 00:35:38 -0500

Is it expectation? Or Desire? What do you think drives our motives?

mirandawildmanart: Smoky Mountains #Appalachia...

Thu, 10 Jan 2013 15:44:49 -0500

mirandawildmanart:

Smoky Mountains #Appalachia #mountaintainrange #newyear #hello

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we-all-share-one-moon: ॐ

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 19:25:02 -0500

we-all-share-one-moon:

ॐ

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I decided to come back to this after a long hiatus. I just recently have been taking the semester...

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 19:17:00 -0500

I decided to come back to this after a long hiatus. I just recently have been taking the semester off from college and its a really interesting experience so far. I used to have no time in my life to do anything that I felt meant a great deal to me. School is one of those things that can always be accomplished but living slips away from us each day. Ive decided to just upload all the cool things I am to encounter the next 5 months. :) Enjoy.

me as of 2013

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 16:46:20 -0500

me as of 2013

1/7/13

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 16:21:08 -0500

It has been about a year. A year that it has taken me to truly conquer all the silly things that I used to post about. When faced with the intense situation that I was I really changed. I detached myself from the real world. I continued to live in the past and a future that did not exist for about 6 months. I clung to the teenie tiny details and the things he said under his hushed breath. I was entranced by the confusion of who the fuck I was. I had never given myself time to even know. I was what ever he wanted me to be, whatever they wanted me to be. It took a solid year. And now I feel like for once in my entire life I am me. I am the determined girl from a quaint little town in North Carolina that left her family, her old life and started over in a place of wondrous beauty nestled up in the sometimes sunny, sometimes lonely, sometimes snowy, sometimes jubilant, mountains of the blue ridge. I thirst for knowledge of the land we live. I work this land. I work for a higher being that has blessed me through and through. I am dark sometimes. just like the mountain days I am bright and gradually I allow myself to be dark like the shadow that the hills create has the sun is slowly setting behind each individual mountain. In this dark patches a whole new creation begins.I create things. I love. Oh do I love. And I am THANKFUL that my love is not a waste on any subsequent creature. I have methodically searched for the thing I was missing, and that is myself.

Is your url a zac brown ref?

Fri, 09 Mar 2012 00:36:36 -0500

it is, but means oh so much more to me than a simple zac brown song lol :)

entropicarus: i am distance and you are wine sharing God-dead hymns to mutter: your...

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 19:30:30 -0500

entropicarus: i am distance and you are wine sharing God-dead hymns to mutter: your...:

entropicarus:

i am distance and you are wine
sharing God-dead hymns to mutter:
your bloodlines trace routes for surrogate scars
as one bone cedes to another.

if we shared one vain axis, we’d collect the stars
to the beat of a thrice-revived drummer
instead we wait with infinitive shrines
for the…