the weather of samsara



can we just bask in the glory of beatles sass

This is why the beatles are my favorite

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My only regret is that
I didn’t tell enough people
to fuck off.
My 92 year old grandma. (via lipstickbabe)

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bells ring because they’re hollow
and you might be able to wring me out
if my voice is the only thing about me
tinny and flat as the side of a canyon
a place you can fill with a river or people
can photograph and love it because it is colorful
but empty and vast
in ways we never recognize in ourselves

i might be tied to you, umbilically,
divine by association
a witness to the prism in your head
that refracts the thousandfold dream
of a universe too beautiful to care.
too empty not to recognize me as its own.

consciousness duplicated

if what i am lies
buried in the fragments
illuminated by the 15 points
of shattered light
is it, darling, as perceptible
as the light of dead stars?
i don’t know if i dreamed myself
and if in dreaming have awoken
in this flooding creekbed, awoken
drowning at the feet of the
deep woods. if i could only swim
they’d reveal myself to me.

eternity began here and then
we took it on like
a hostage that needed
fresh air
brought out to the light
hand-cuffed to the lamppost
(i don’t know enough about
the moon
to stem the tide but
it’s clearer than
it’s gonna take you
forever to love me)

you and i are here because
of sound
without this breath
i never could have known you
deeply embedded as you are
in the secret part of my soul

the soul of all souls
takes us home to a sea
that tenders our memories
as diamonds,
as the deep that
makes us the tiny
fragments of something


I don’t care how many times I’ve reblogged this 

This was my favorite when I was little.

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