falling, slowly

travicus:

You wake up a stranger to yourself-
Then you learn to live with her, sit in her clothing ‘till you fill out her figure.

You know life’s no belle telenovella. 

Charles Bukowski (via emotional-algebra)

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(Source: icanread, via depthformyarms)

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arpeggia:

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms, 1929

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thecakebar:

Pomegranate Spritzer!

Wow this looks so refreshing. Isn’t this the drink that King Solomon gave his wives in the Bible! Sensual stuff! hahaha :D

Recipe:

• about 1 – 2 Tablespoons of fresh or concentrate pomegranate juice *for fresh, see note 1 for extracting

• 2 T Sugar

• 6 oz sparkling water or club soda

1. Add pomegranate juice, sugar and water. (Add pomegranate seeds if you are so inclined)  Pour into glasses filled with ice.

2. Add additional sugar, or pomegranate juice to personal taste, sweetness and tartness.

Recipe continues here!

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curiositycounts:

Drink Me.

(via)

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tonight the switch in my brain happened.

it occurred, as per custom, in the midget hours of the night/day where no one truly sane is awake and all the creativity is like a gigantic ball of spaghetti, with tantalizing little nubbins taunting you and telling you to follow them through the maze.

don’t ask me how that makes sense in my brain. 

all i know is that my week-long funk, after months of nothing but work and hard-core playing, the creator/adventurer in me is ready to see the light of day again. 

i want to read all of the poetry. i want to draw all of the pictures. i want to be the person i want to be friends with.

ahh, i love summer.

Maroon 5