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The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.
Lang Leav (Dead Poets, Lullabies)

I have like an hour till my show and I haven’t picked a set list

How to Write a Poem

Catch the air
around the butterfly.

Katerina Stoykova Klemer (via observando)
This Is The Face of My Mental Illness

thechrisgethardshow:

imageI took this picture of myself at the end of a day I spent in bed, scared and crying, feeling alone and hopeless and completely desperate.

This is the face of my mental illness. This is the face of my sadness when it is at its most inexplicable and its most pronounced.

I am not ashamed of it.

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Because lying to your kids about sex helps nobody. Telling them that sex is “only between mommies and daddies” is a lie that leads to confused, hormone charged teenagers. Telling them that sex is “only something that happens when two people love each other very much” is a lie that causes hormone charged teenagers to confuse “love” with “lust,” or “obsession.” It leads to leaps of logic like, “If I have sex with them, we must be in love.” Or worse- “If I love them, I have to have sex with them.” And how many teenage tragedies are based on that misconception?
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"Movement and Projection 2"Norunn Molsater

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"Movement and Projection 2"
Norunn Molsater

Do you know how much thinking and feeling I’ve done? It’s terrible. And nothing’s come of it.
Platonov, AndreiHappy Moscow  (via splitterherzen)

I wanna talk about why this song is brilliant and why it breaks my heart so much. This is one of those examples of the unsaid saying more than the said. The repeated use of ‘like’ in the chorus holds all of the melancholy. “You laugh like you’ve never been lonely,” when you’ve been lonely too much. “Like I’ll be there to hold you always honey always” but we both know it won’t be always. It’s so heartbreaking. And yet you still “love him with all of your body,” the only line not modified—this is a fact, the only one stated in the song. “Lust is just a child’s game,” like playing house I suppose.

m0isturize said: like…can i use this as a monologue?

It would probably need another draft or two to be performed but be my guest! hahaha. Anything I put out there is no longer just mine anymore, use it how you will

paralecstatic said: tis a lovely way to feel your skin again. please do.

It’s a hard thing, even letting walls down for yourself.

paralecstatic said: i don’t think it’s weird, or that it should be weird, or how could it be weird. i’m proud of you.

It was only weird because I’m not used to talking about what influences my songs on stage but I’m trying to get better at it. Thank you :)

Remembrance

langleav:

Like silent ships we two in darkness met,
And when some day the poet’s careless fame
Shall breath to you a half-forgotten name—
Soul of my song, I want you to regret.
For you had Love. Out of my life you tore
One shining page. I want, if we must part,
Remembrance pale to quiver in your heart
Like moonlit foam upon a windy shore.

—Vladimir Nabokov 

fa1loutboy:

im not excited

but should i be????

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'Bones' by Ben Howard just made me sob like a lil bitch