Self-loathing is not a fucking character-builder. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t make you better. It’s just an ever-deepening, creepy-ass trap; a trap that is a huge moneymaker for corporations that do not have and never will have good intentions. You’re not disgusting. You’re not freakish. You’re not ugly. And you’re never going to be perfect. And holy shit, that is so okay.
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Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.
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I would love to say
that you
make me
weak in the knees
but
to be quite upfront
and completely
truthful
you
make my body
forget
it has knees
at all.
The Neighbourhood // Sweater Weather
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Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…….and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
When I was a little bugger, we spent a furlough in Eastern Tennessee and my parents used to take us into the mountains to hear bluegrass, folk and all sorts of other classic Americana music. Since then, I have been transfixed with American folk singers. Sexton is a quintessential folk singer, with the batters, bruises and scars to prove every song.
Classic.
djmase
This song immediately and always zaps me back to the fall of 2011. I lived with my brother in a cabin deep in the woods of Sequoia National.
And, the shambles of a close family of friends, a dying organization, and love resting uneasily just beyond my broken heart was the reality I woke up to every morning.
BUT, the word “Redemption” was often on our lips.
And, here we are.Classic.
djmase
Honestly, if this song doesn’t at least get a grin or a slight wiggle out of your hips, there is something wrong with you.
Just sayin’.Classic.
djmase
Balys Buračas (1897 - 1972)
via (amydruliner )Talent. Sweet little love.
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