You all are incredibly amusing tonight :)

The Dam

Nothing could be heard over the deafening sound of the falls as the swollen river tumbled over the obstacle. Lights from the boathouses quivered on its dense surface. The frosty wind tangled our hair as we spread out our arms and yelled as loud as we could. But there was nothing but chanting water and lucid wind.

My pretty city

My pretty city

muthafuk:

“The ’60s are gone, dope will never be as cheap, sex never as free, and the rock and roll never as great.”Abbie Hoffman


No, but we can create our own superlatives!

muthafuk:

“The ’60s are gone, dope will never be as cheap, sex never as free, and the rock and roll never as great.”
Abbie Hoffman

No, but we can create our own superlatives!

(via desirouslengths)

Gravity

I was drowning in the numbing rumble of the subway. Tangy screeches punctuated the turn. A woman struggled to keep her head from sinking beneath the undertow. The drug made her limbs heavy like she was stranded on some massive planet and couldn’t acclimate to the increased gravity.

Today was inspiring. Fresh writings on the horizon!

Vandal

June thought for a minute as she stood at the decrepit sink.  The turquoise laminate was scratched through in some places and where it had completely chipped were smeared white bubbles.  Two of the sinks were slowly leaking water.  The place smelled vaguely of cigarettes and the wet brown paper towels that could be found in similar restrooms all across America. 

June liked the feeling that in a thousand or so empty high school bathrooms all across the country, there were similar girls staring in the mirror with a Sharpie in their hand.  June imagined the others debating with themselves.  Maybe some were even in some larger moral dilemma.  But not June, she turned to the large gray stall and bit her lip as she wrote in small, round letters:

“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.” – Oscar Wilde

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alexwesterman:

Rodeo, New York City, 1954, Robert Frank “The Americans”

alexwesterman:

Rodeo, New York City, 1954, Robert Frank “The Americans”

(via kenikila)

It was dark in my room when I realized that alone was alone.  Perhaps a soul is all we are.  A single entity and nothing more.  I cried then.  It was too depressing to grasp within myself.  I was happy to make it home alive.  That is true sanctuary.

Nothing to contribute tonight.

Tired from a tiring day.

Neutrally yours,

Em

This looks like my kitty…

I miss her =[

This looks like my kitty…

I miss her =[

(Source: themusicjunkies)

I love maps; they remind me of my father.

I love maps; they remind me of my father.

(Source: accepttheloveyoudeserve)