— Silas House, This is My Heart for You. (via theblacksophisticate)
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"You are so good. So good, you’re always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it."
When you’re in your own lane…ain’t no traffic.
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"Be with those who help your being."
— Rumi (via buddhabrot)
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life is tough when you’re a lazy perfectionist who simultaneously doesn’t give a shit about anything but at the same time cares too much about everything u feel
(via alissazinnerman)
"How far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?"
— Warsan (via foxxyleopatra)
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"You get depressed because you know that you’re not what you should be."
— Marilyn Manson (via correctly)
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R.I.P
Yesterday in the walmart parking lot I sat in my sisters backseat waiting on my mom to come out of the store. I started staring at the sky and a black crow appeared. Moments later the one turned into more than 10 on and around the car. Perched and some fighting over food thrown into the next parking space. I couldn’t help but think, “black birds mean death.”
Hours and many errands later and I’ve forgotten about the birds and my momentary fixation on them vanished.
2:41am I’m awakened by my nocturnal brorhers and so I decide to reach for my new phone that I hade just gotten after leaving that walmart parking lot. Go to twitter which I haven’t been able to check in weeks and…
My ambiguous natured free spirited loving all living friend who I had met fredhman year and recently became closer to last semester.
The crazy thing is that I texted him as soon as I heard. Iut of disbelief I guess and the fact that he was completely capable of a hoax to teach a lesson or something.
My heart is racing as I lay here and write this.
He was four days fresh from home an d back in our college town. He tweeted 23 hours ago. The text messages say he died of a heart attack in his sleep. His tweets are him sarcastically alluding to him being in a car accident due to his self proclaimed poor eyesight and having to be the driver as he heads bacj to our colkege town. My stomach hurts.
I always dismiss superstition on my secobd thoughts. I saw those black birds. I didn’t think they could be for anybody. I didn’t think hard enough.
I hope he’s at his peace and sees the visions he had for mankind where he is now. He has an eternal seat to see what happens next. Knowing him I know he’s fascinated at himself right now.
Keep being a visionary Keenan. I know they’ll all hear you now. Love to a unique soul.
