Lee

explorer.

We all just want to go home.

Let me find peace.
Let me get high.
Let me sleep.
Let me breath.
Let me get hit by a train, a bus, a car, anything with force enough to force out my breath.
Let me be.
Let me be alone
all alone
Let me escape.
Let me cease to be.
Let me find peace.
Just let me let go.

Please… I’m suffocating.

For all the things I should’ve said, long ago.
Perhaps it will change. If I choose the path I desire, for once.

The great perhaps…
The final perhaps.

I went out in public. Dude, Halycon has great espresso.

I went out in public. Dude, Halycon has great espresso.

red-lipstick:

Wes Benscoter - Cover  for band Deceased - The Blueprints For Madness, 1995    Paintings: Acrylics

red-lipstick:

Wes Benscoter - Cover  for band Deceased - The Blueprints For Madness, 1995    Paintings: Acrylics

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I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head. You just think that things will stay the way they are. You never look up, in a moment that feels like every other moment in your life, and think, Soon this will be over. But I understand more now. About the way life works.

I learned words, I learned words;
but half of them
died from lack of exercise. And the ones I use
often look at me
with a look that whispers, Liar.

—Norman MacCaig, The Many Days: Selected Poems of Norman MacCaig (via wordsnquotes)

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