I can’t quite shake the sickness I seemed to have worried myself into.
What an inconvenient holiday, that I should be robbed the simple joy of a full tank of gas and an open road.
Hyperbole and a Half: Depression Part Two →
between-letters: Great, funny essay about depression (with hilarious pictures!). I’ve experienced depression many times so I’d like to end this with two words: Fuck depression.
If the legs of an old bedside table buckle inside an empty house, does it still make a sound?
swelliing: A Glass Can Only Spill What It...
Currently, I am drowning in the deep, deep waters of your holiness. I don’t understand it. I can’t believe that you are being faithful to me.
learnerthinker: I think I saw you in my sleep.
Surely, when all of the bodies have dismissed themselves from the confines of my living room, my brain will put two and two together and solve for y. Four has never sounded so lonely.
How delightful it is to rest beneath the shade of your tall tales.
When you plant lettuce, if it does not grow well, you don’t blame the lettuce....– Thich Nhat Hanh (via originalgiantcontent)
Oh, Delight; what a mess we have found ourselves in.
You are a stone to me, my Ebenezer; you are stone before me, and like shale in a landslide, you are slipping from me.
I once had a dream of a darkness so solid, it could deafen. We watched it climb the woods, the porch, and one another. I searched for you in it; I reached out and grappled to find your hand, only discover that it was not your hands I was holding. I woke to feel it crawling up my arm, like a serpent swallowing his prey. What a crafty creature.
Send me to my waiting place. Tuck me into a blanket of turf and a pillow of sod. Dreaming is for sleeping; the rabbit-trails of the sentience hold no weight in wakefulness. Shake me when the van pulls into the driveway, like a child exhausted by the long drive home. I am weary.
Sardines: Interview: Kameron Richie →
affinityparcels: Kameron Richie. humble and honest guy. He’s a young artist who’s about to graduate from Texas University. Check out his work on his site and our interview after the jump. “My name is Kameron Richie and I am a printmaker. I do enjoy photography and illustration, but…
You’re back. You’re back. You’re back. YHWH is so, so good; He spoils his sons and daughters, and lavishes affection.
I know you miss the Mountains, but I beg you, please don’t go.
Sleep Whale is wrecking my life these days.
I need to stop looking at housing listings in other states.
What the junk.
Death visits in a matter of minutes when swimming in the Arctic, and that iceberg smile has you sinking quick as the skiff I’ve been bailing water out of for months. I know the snow tastes like novacane, but dear, it will freeze you cold and dead; reach for the flare, please, before your body succumbs to hypothermia.
I was really counting on the Spring. I was expecting the groundhog to enjoy the Sunlight, but when he woke to his Shadow, he lay back to sleep for forty days and forty nights.