An Alternative Ulster

I like to find things I can learn from. Sometimes it's worth the laugh while others the tears.

“Smokey was a conscientious objective.”- The Dude

Beauty.

Beauty.

I want this image as a poster.

I want this image as a poster.

I’m going to the wharf!

Come visit me! I’ll be busking. :)

Some people are religious and repeatedly

regurgitate the same words, 

same day of the week,

same ritual, 

stagnation.

Others choose not to define themselves

and bathe in the same pool without a lifeguard.

Then there are those like me that cannot swim.

I am usually too tall to be in the pool as I could usually just stand up

and peer over everyone else’s heads and see the way out. 

Sometimes its too deep and my legs stretch as far as they can to touch the bottom 

to keep from going under.

I avoid the pool in general and focus more on the sun. 

The concept of the pool is a bit shallow.

My roommate left a bottle of

Delirium Tremens unfinished. A tall boy. I’d say there’s half left. Though I don’t mind drinking it, I’m going to have to have a talk with him about finishing beers. C’mon, if you’re going to spend 11 bucks on a bottle of beer, you’ve gotta finish it! Now excuse me while I clean up.

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screamingdreamerjon:

Art of Dying- George Harrison

John Lennon was great but…

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4 days ago - 13
heylittleappleblossom:

mrskalnoky:

Well you say your life’s a bore, and i can’t quite disagreeIf you judge your life by the pieces of shit that inhabit your T.V.

^^^ YES.
“I’ve got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from…”

heylittleappleblossom:

mrskalnoky:

Well you say your life’s a bore, and i can’t quite disagree
If you judge your life by the pieces of shit that inhabit your T.V.

^^^ YES.

“I’ve got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from…”

(Source: makeanewrevolution)

Little by little
I swear shes
entering my heart.
She’s so cute.
Her hiccups make my stomach tickle.
The way she looks at me
while her fingertips run down
my arm.
How she looks into me,
catching every word.
I melt.
Underneath this shell
there is a turtle.
Marine life pulses all around me;
lights, shadows, vibrations,
but sometimes some feel better than others,
and she’s feeling better and better
the more I see her.

It’s pouring out of me tonight
like a pitcher of cold water onto the dry land.

Clarity.

Every morning at this time
morning doves land near my window and begin to sing.
Harmonizing with them are the seagulls heading to the bay.
The light shining through my windows and into my room is a pale blue.
A bleak blue that rises ever so boldly and raises itself high in the sky.
Like when we wake and stretch beyond our normal reach.
The day is wrenching control of the sky from the night.
The cars come alive,
being called by the quiet freeways.
Even the road can get lonely.
The clouds in the morning sky hold the dark colors long after the sky awakens.
Only to be dried into cotton balls absorbing moisture in the sky.
This is when the bridge is completed and before it is destroyed,
when the owls fall asleep
and when the workers wake.
When I lay my head
and reality becomes a dream.

♡ En voie de disparition: Sometimes I feel an overwhelming sadness when I place my hands on a...

floating-on-words:

Sometimes I feel an overwhelming sadness when I place my hands on a book I know I will never read because I don’t have the time, or because I am too busy fretting about the Future. That elusive wonder. We all know what happens at the end of the book though- imminent death.

Almost a spoiler…

Yes and the beauty of it all, just like books, we live on in our own ways. Books are ideas that radiate into the infinite and we create waves just the same as we are waves. Infinite are we.

1 week ago - 7
heylittleappleblossom:

buttsbutts:

Get it because it’s a CELL WALL

OH JESUS CHRIST.

Though I don’t get it, I have to show my appreciation for geeky science jokes. Now I need to find me some geology comics!

heylittleappleblossom:

buttsbutts:

Get it because it’s a CELL WALL

OH JESUS CHRIST.

Though I don’t get it, I have to show my appreciation for geeky science jokes. Now I need to find me some geology comics!

psychicdisco:

snazzyblackbarbie:

belugaqueen:

auntieblazerrr:

allisonelisabeta:

a child’s skull before losing baby teeth.


i am so creeped ouT

chillssss

what the fuck i want to cry now this is so disturbing my face was like this what
this, this is one thing that makes me shiver and squirm and omg
fuck I am crying


Now I’m just trying to understand my super fucked up crooked teeth.

psychicdisco:

snazzyblackbarbie:

belugaqueen:

auntieblazerrr:

allisonelisabeta:

a child’s skull before losing baby teeth.

i am so creeped ouT

chillssss

what the fuck i want to cry now this is so disturbing my face was like this what

this, this is one thing that makes me shiver and squirm and omg

fuck I am crying

Now I’m just trying to understand my super fucked up crooked teeth.

(via yourpetrichor)