Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via dulcetdecember)
(Source: larmoyante, via dulcetdecember)
scan from a school textbook of photographs meant to inspire children to write poetry and stories
(Source: endthymes)
In the green outside, i was just a kid
I just stood back and let the hazy light hit my eyelids
And right then, i knew that being alive was nothing that i did
—anonymous
Detached.
I want to be a NOMAD.
Everyone’s neighbor.
Everyone’s source in the area I just so happen to be residing.
Yet never getting too comfortable.
Feelings never getting attached.
I’m detached.
—Anonymous
travel far lone wolf
live long lone wolf
when it’s cold, make a pact
with the wind lone wolf
not a pack lone wolf
we see your shadow lone wolf
we know the way you love it
the darkness stays lone wolf
don’t call or cry for it
howl for the light lone wolf
survive the night lone wolf.
I’ve wrestled an alligator
I’ve tussled with a whale
I’ve handcuffed lightening
and threw thunder in jail
Only last week I murdered a rock
Injured a stone
Hospitalized a brick
I’m so mean I make medicine sick
—Muhammad Ali
