Cigarettes&DaisyChains.

A mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.

Watch the world in the reflection of her eyes.
vomitthecreative:

My life in a nutshell.

What a lovely bag of tricks.

vomitthecreative:

My life in a nutshell.

What a lovely bag of tricks.

(Source: united-states-of-the-moon)

Vomit The Creative: Planting the seed of ideas.

vomitthecreative:

I start off with a mere idea like I am right now.
Before I know it I have a written a paragraph or two about my disgruntled ramblings whilst highly intoxicated by some foreign agent that makes me feel at home.

As each point progresses a new one arises like it is right now. It begins like a…

This is simply breathtakingly painful. But so beautiful. The agony that arises inside while you stumble through the words are beyond magical. I am lost in your universe. And you just spat me out. Give me more!!!

(Source: united-states-of-the-moon)

Absent

I’ve been longing to be lost. With my own thoughts to accompany me. My urge to disappear, is a thirst I cannot quench. I feel polluted in the mainstream of bright city lights, second hand smoke and crooked smiles.

My soul is fractured from the blunt forced trauma of society. Its brutally scares me. Us as human beings are reverting back to basic instincts. To feed and to kill. They feed their lust for power, wealth and their unbearably wholesome misunderstanding of knowledge. They kill everything other. The added extra option in the drop down menu; Rich, Richer, Richest and other. What is other?! The poor child whose parents neglect in order to hit the bottle? The poor man who lives in a box three blocks away from your residence? Note; you do sympathize for him, but you will never personally do something about it. Are we creating a false sense of compassion when we do this? We all do, once of twice in our lives. It is inevitable to encounter a “less fortunate”. This thick shroud of smoke that has hazed my eyes is not lifting. I am struggling to understand why we do this to our fellow man. Categorize, bisect, tear down, build up, and rip apart. Yet our hands fumble in an effort to put everything back together. And then use the triumph of puzzle completing as a milestone. When we weren’t even broken in the first place.

I’ve been longing for a new scape. I want to get lost in my skies, feel the stars in my eyes. What could be more beautiful?

Winter clarity, which clouds my soul. (Taken with instagram)

“Keep your coins, I want change.”

The seas only gifts are harsh blows and occasionally the chance to feel strong. I don’t know much about the sea, but I do know it’s the way it is here.
And I also know how important it is in life, not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions. Facing deaf stone, cold alone.
With nothing to help you, but your own two hands and your own head.

Ron Franz:

I'm going to miss you when you go.

Christopher McCandless:

I will miss you too, but you are wrong if you think that the joy of life comes principally from the joy of human relationships. God's place is all around us, it is in everything and in anything we can experience. People just need to change the way they look at things.

Ron Franz:

Yeah. I am going to take stock of that. You know I am. I want to tell you something. From bits and pieces of what you have told me about your family, your mother and your dad... And I know you have problems with the church too... But there is some kind of bigger thing that we can all appreciate and it sounds to me you don't mind calling it God. But when you forgive, you love. And when you love, God's light shines through you.

Christopher McCandless:

Holy shit!

“Excuse me while I kiss the sky.”