Colour Ignition

Perhaps writing will help…

I use sleep as an escape.
I believe dreams are an alternate reality.
Sometimes, I confuse the alternative.
I spend time pondering life’s frailties.
I waste time pondering life’s frailties.
I have the concept of love.

I do not have the concept of time.

Sometimes, I perceive life will wait for me,
wait for me to catch up as I catch a break,
but it’s only in the dark thirties that I see -
the timely frailities I ponder are as simple as

                                            h e a r t  a c h e.

sister, you’ll never understand.  he touched my hand and i touched his… ooh la la, no.  life is rough, and you don’t understand what my life was, is, or will be.  you think i’m not worth the time.  i have other passions: friendship, honesty, genuineness, love.  i have other ideas: compositions, stories, worlds.  i have the world at my feet but it seems so out of reach.  you don’t know.  me.  you don’t know.

limber:

The Tree of Life Poster, by Gary, Aaron & Khairul.

 The lives of animals revolve around their living space, the rainforest. And since animals are not able to speak for themselves, the destruction of their habitat leaves them suffering in silence. This unique poster aims to highlight the responsibility we have in letting animal species thrive in their natural environment—we have a choice whether or not to preserve nature and let it grow. Specially designed to assert this crucial message, it forms the basis of social attitudes towards Mother Nature for the many people out there who want to make a difference in our world. 

(via jesseforsleep)

i need to get things done.

i have the most massive to-do list i have ever seen, and do you know why?  because i am sad, lonely, and therefore procrastinating.  excuses, excuses…

trying to fulfill two minutes of memories with a little happiness is easily knocked down by the hours of frustration that follow.

someone.  help.

jasonmcgortyphotography:

Leeann Hackett on Flickr.

An unknown fiddler got the occupy Boston folks out of their tents.

 

One of my very good friends, the unknown fiddler.  I miss Leeann!

(via d0wn-theroad)

One of my best friends was in the hospital last night because of attempted suicide. He thinks no one cares about him. I’m going to see him on Friday. Please reblog this so I can show him that even complete strangers care. And for anyone that reblogs this, I’ll follow you if I don’t already. 

(Source: teenage-waistland, via d0wn-theroad)

backtothetruth:

sustainingfaith:

And in college nonetheless.

Honestly blows my mind to see college age people getting around by way of razor scooter

While I do not agree… Lololol Shannon.

something’s got a hold on me yeah, oh whoa it must be…

facebook.
the internet.
television.
media.
depression.
boredom. 

not God.
not family.
not friends.
not Love.
not creativity. 

which should… 

dubstep has a drop.

it builds and then bursts
into something more beautiful. 

today is my drop.

“set your mind (free) your mind, you’ve got to let it go [let it go]”

it is amazing how quickly emotions ebb and flow just as winds brushing on the sands of time.  (rewind rewind rewind).  but as this button blinks at me, i know not what i could see.  we don’t get the chance to rewind.  we must live for the ever that may come, the ever that will be.  no matter what i do on this earth, the heavens will sing.  no matter what you do on this earth, the heavens will sing.  you and i are something greater.  He is something best of ever.

think back to the sixties and seventies.  no one understood anything except emotion.  he threatened the life of his father.  but, of course he did.  he had something different about him, in his brain.  of course he wanted to kill him.  it was nothing personal.  he had schizophrenia.  but no one understood.  now, he is dead yet his father is not.  his father is alive while he fell.  had i known when i was younger that it wasn’t his fault, i would have advocated for his rights.  he did not deserve as much mistreatment as he received.  he did not know any other way of life.  yet we abandoned him, his own family.

does anyone else see the hurt here?

lointain:

I will keep this post up for a month and everytime somebody reblogs this photo I will donate 10 cents to World Vision to aid people who are living in poverty stricken nations

After I’ve donated the money I will post some “proof of donation” so you know it isn’t a scam. I just want to see how much people care

(via whattheworldhastooffer)

people never tell each other how they truly feel.  not never, that is false.  however, most of the time it is quite true.

wants …for someone to hold me without me asking them to, underneath a blanket on a sofa.

feels …without dreams.

if i were to write a song right now, rufus wainright would sing it.

i want to have more fun with my studies.  i want to dance more, sing louder, study harder, learn better, and be free.  ironic, i am so tied down to this major, but it’s what frees me at the end of the day.

time to memorize 35 muscles of the human anatomy.  i’m not doing it for a grade; i’m doing it because i want to help people.  and in order to help people, i have to know what we’re made of.

i’m made of a brachioradialis and some fun.  what about you?