the sunlit skies call out my name once more.

lost everytime the sun turns orange.

I have packed my bags once more, but if you whisper my name to the wind, I will tell you where I have drifted off. You can tell me secret, a confession, anything. I'm still all ears.

I have kept pent-up feelings and let it out here, in forms of words and photos and everything else.
Nov 14
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“ Poetry used to be a private thing, much like masturbation. You did it, sure, but you kept it to yourself. Now you don’t have to do that. You share poetry with anyone, even your wife.
— Irving Layton (via whokilled)
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meganmcisaac:

amy millan (of bss & stars) - baby i

sometimes i feel like my only friend is a whiskey glass. 
you know it dont stop the time, but it helps it pass.

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(via sundaymorning)

(via sundaymorning)

Nov 13
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new york, new york

I know I’ve moved, but I want to help this guy out so bad. I wish I was back in New York and actually living there so I could let him crash for as long as he needed and stuff. But I’m not. He’s not asking for money, just a place to stay or a meal or something but money. Is he chasing a dream? I don’t really know. I think he is, I internet-stalked his blogs and read how everything has crumbled and how he’s trying so hard to patch it together, but I am not sure if that is what’s really happening.

I think he’s pretty nice, and he’s probably not a crazy person/psycho, so if any of you are living in NY, or have friends/family who are willing to take in and help a stranger out, you e-mail him or ask that friend to e-mail him. I hope someone gives help. Sometimes all people need to get to a dream is a simple push, a kind word, or just company. And it’s always nice to help strangers, you get to know something more about yourself while you’re at it too.

Spread the word? Thank you.

(He can be reached at ThatWriterDude at Mail com (or CS [dot] McCann at yahoo))

Nov 11
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» from the beginning.
Oct 26
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to be plain:

This tumblr is dead. I have moved to another name. Feel free to contact me, via e-mail, should you wonder where I have gone.

You can unfollow this one, if you would like to. I will miss this name and this tumblr.

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Wanderer, I have walked once more again. Old houses must be left in the dust and every corner of the sky scoured for sunlight to capture in photographs and words, in memories and marks. Wanderlust in my heart, once more I am a lost soul. If you call out my name to the wind though, I will tell you where I am as well. If you are so inclined that is. Goodbye from here. See you in another form, I guess. (photo via sunlit days at livejournal)

Wanderer, I have walked once more again. Old houses must be left in the dust and every corner of the sky scoured for sunlight to capture in photographs and words, in memories and marks. Wanderlust in my heart, once more I am a lost soul.

If you call out my name to the wind though, I will tell you where I am as well. If you are so inclined that is.

Goodbye from here. See you in another form, I guess.

(photo via sunlit days at livejournal)

Oct 25
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ocallaghan:

Hey, I know that this is really selfish, but can everyone just send me a few of their well wishes and prayers? I’ll do the same for you, and I’m applying to this school soon. I really, really need some good vibes on my side. If not, that’s cool too, but, if you can, keep me in mind when you’re thinking good thoughts. I’ll pay you back asap.

I love this. Yes, I’m going to keep you in my good thoughts. Hoping you get into that school—I know the anxiety that usually brings.

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(via stewardesses)

(via stewardesses)

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(via muteness) & (via asafedevice on LJ)

(via muteness) & (via asafedevice on LJ)