For life in the cage; where courage’s mate runs deep in the wake. For the scariest things are not half as enslaved.

“Impossible Soul”, Sufjan Stevens

Posted on March 24, 2012

Oh, what am I to think,
Of what the writing
Of a thousand lifetimes could not explain,
If all the forest trees were pens
And all the oceans, ink?

Mewithoutyou, “The Dryness and the Rain”

Posted on February 27, 2012 with 1 note

Posted on February 22, 2012 with 1 note

I love her.

isie: “Now I’m done with class til 6:25. I have to stay on campus. And I have to pee worse than that racehorse they made the movie about. And this girl keeps walking in front of me making it impossible for me to pass her.”

kerri: “Lol, the horse is seabiscuit.”

isie: “Yes! Seabiscuit!! I knew it was edible! I kept thinking croissant, haha.”

kerri: “Hahahah! Lets buy a racehorse and name it croissant!”

isie: “Let’s name it forestcroissant. We have to change the terrain too.”

Posted on January 19, 2012 with 3 notes

Posted on January 11, 2012 with 4 notes

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.

Sylvia Plath

Posted on January 5, 2012 with 5 notes

Posted on January 4, 2012 with 3 notes

perceptions as of late:

For life in the cage; where courage’s mate runs deep in the wake. For the scariest things are not half as enslaved.

Oh, what am I to think, Of what the writing Of a thousand lifetimes could not explain, If all the forest trees were pens And all the oceans, ink?

I love her.

Oh, what am I to think,
Of what the writing
Of a thousand lifetimes could not explain,
If all the forest trees were pens
And all the oceans, ink?