I’m feeling a great feeling,
a great feeling that makes your heart literally pound,
a great anticipated feeling that I don’t know what to do with,
except inhale it.
the most pathetic attempt at documenting the most intoxicating natural beauty
I feel it coming,
Sudden but fast, hostile too,
And I’m blaming you.
(Source: kushandwizdom, via straightfuckery)
I find beauty and extreme frustration in the fact that 27 simple letters can (in theory) be used to articulate every single thought, idea, thing, feeling… everything ever.
Lol wut
such the ecstacy,
hearing inhales and exhales,
yet feeling them too
I want to handcraft thoughts into perfect phrases that draw out the most complex of ideas. I want to make people wonder how someone never sought to combine such simple words that have been waiting for such a long time to meet into such profound forms.
"Leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can’t do that until your life has grown roots."
John Green
-Paper Towns
The white foam of the frantic crashing is quickly disappearing, the cultural dance of the flames is being transformed to a short lived heat, the slight breeze is gracing the atmosphere with its presence before returning to hiding, and I’m observing as my significant everythings turn into insignificant nothings in the best way possible.
