Gifted with a mouth that complicates everything; coffee and cigarettes, literature and melodies.
You're never to young to die, so run while you can, and don't tell your mother about me, because you'll regret me in due time.

I have but a simple heart that wishes to to great things.

Always, Doe.

I need a new friend.
Any takers?


† Soft grunge †

The right wing conservatives think it’s a decisionAnd you can be cured with some treatment and religionMan-made rewiring of a predispositionPlaying God, aw nah here we goAmerica the brave still fears what we don’t knowAnd God loves all his children, is somehow forgottenBut we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago

(for someone who asked about me) (by poorly written history)
I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do; I learned to suspect that anyone and everyone is capable of ‘living a lie’. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.
Lynn Barber, An Education (via coffeeissassy)

(Source: larmoyante, via scareymulligan)


La nuit - Auguste Raynaud

(by ana rien)
When I look at your face, I want to let go and share your madness, which I carry inside of me like a secret and cannot conceal any more. I am full of an acute, awesome joy. It is the joy one feels when one has accepted death and disintegration, a joy more terrible and more profound than the joy of living, of creating.
Anais Nin: Henry and June

(Source: saucymagpies, via janedoewithintherobbinsnest)

It does not happen frequently that something very great is condensed into a thing that can just be held entirely in one hand, in one’s own, impotent hand. Just as when one finds a tiny bird that is thirsty. You take if away from the edge of death, and the little heartbeats increase gradually in the warm, trembling hand like the wave at the edge of a giant ocean for which you are the shore. And you suddenly realize, while holding this little recovering animal, that life is recovering from death. And you hold it up. Generations of birds, and all of the forests over which they pass, and all of the skies into which they will rise. And is any of this easy? No: you are very strong to carry the heaviest burden in such an hour.
Rainer Maria Rilke (via atomos)

(via janedoewithintherobbinsnest)

She needed not the key to the universe; the universe was in her.
If you believe in peace, act peacefully; if you believe in love, acting lovingly; if you believe every which way, then act every which way, that’s perfectly valid— but don’t go out trying to sell your beliefs to the system. You end up contradicting what you profess to believe in, and you set a bum example. If you want to change the world, change yourself.
Tom Robbins

(Source: janedoewithintherobbinsnest)


Mumford & Sons | White Blank Page

(via janedoewithintherobbinsnest)

The free intellect copies human life, but it considers this life to be something good and seems to be quite satisfied with it. That immense framework and planking of concepts to which the needy man clings his whole life long in order to preserve himself is nothing but a scaffolding and toy for the most audacious feats of the liberated intellect. And when it smashes this framework to pieces, throws it into confusion, and puts it back together in an ironic fashion, pairing the most alien things and separating the closest, it is demonstrating that it has no need of these makeshifts of indigence and that it will now be guided by intuitions rather than by concepts.
Friedrich Nietzsche

(Source: atomos, via janedoewithintherobbinsnest)