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And my heart beating rushing fast like a racehorse drum / drum beat / our perception of reality is tinged sepia with the tones of our youth and experiences / who are we to say the truth or to look upon the face of god.

Modernity demands progress but we aren’t expanding mentally / live or die live or die live or die / and what does mortality mean to us when we believe our shadows will last forever?

How to balance the rushing thoughts in my mind going faster and more convoluted and intertwined
To leave or stay exist or die fail or live and what matters? We can only be who we believe we can be.


have you ever just looked at someone and thought, my fucking god i adore you. i adore every goddamn ounce. i adore your bones and your soul. but I’m a loser, who just doesn’t wanna lose you. i can lose fucking everything, but not you. oh god. not you.

(via aucourage)

  Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: quotes-shape-us, via phthian)