But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.
May 13th
18:07
Via
May 6th
21:27

what new mystery is this? in overflowing emptiness the Invisible is seen among the shadows and the mist. before my doubting eyes the Infinite appears in time—the Unquestionable is questioned but makes no reply.

what new mystery is this? “my Rabbi!” my lips betray with a kiss.

January 24th
17:20
"She wore that phony smile on her face,
I guess like a bandage on a wounded place"
August 26th
16:42
Via
August 21st
13:17
i know it’s blurry, but i don’t care.
whenever you’re that close to aaron weiss, you don’t worry about keeping the phone still.

i know it’s blurry, but i don’t care.

whenever you’re that close to aaron weiss, you don’t worry about keeping the phone still.

August 17th
22:16
70 hours!

70 hours!

July 10th
15:19
"The trees raise branches high like arms in church to grateful sky."
—  mewithoutYou
July 8th
22:32
"It’s best to give praise where praise is due."
—  mewithoutYou
May 30th
21:43
Via
feaathers:

this is too amazing.
somewhat like what im putting on my chest, lyrics for sure, but not this peacock.

feaathers:

this is too amazing.


somewhat like what im putting on my chest, lyrics for sure, but not this peacock.

April 2nd
00:11
Via

Messes of IMs

  • Brother (10: 28 PM): Still, why should I just end it?
  • Sister (10: 28 PM): Because I'm not going anywhere (in general. I might go to bed soon myself.)
  • Brother (10: 29 PM): Me neither. I'm in bed already.
  • Sister (10: 29 PM): If you insist.
  • Brother (10: 29 PM): I do not exist.
  • Sister (10: 30 PM): Do you faithfully insist?
  • Brother (10: 30 PM): I do, my other boatman's wife, haha.
  • Sister (10: 31 PM): I'm their daughter...making jokes.
  • Brother (10: 31 PM): I'm laughing louder.
  • Sister (10: 32 PM): Understandable. I mean, it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters...
March 26th
21:13
to the perpetually plain and the incureably inane, a glass can only spill what it contains.

to the perpetually plain and the incureably inane, a glass can only spill what it contains.

March 22nd
16:47
from mewithoutYou’s Bullet to Binary (Pt. Two)

from mewithoutYou’s Bullet to Binary (Pt. Two)