THM

My thoughts are wild at night.
This is where I let them wander. Librocubicularist / Lone wolf
A book is always worth losing sleep for.
words of a sleep-deprived bibliophile (via scripturientintrovert)
Hanging by a thread//

Hanging by a thread//

Yesterday, my brother kept talking about pursuing one’s passions. And then of course he asked me what’s my passion. My mind came up with not a single thing, nil, zilch, none. Yes, I have a lot of things I like to do but I can’t seem to find what is it really that I want, what is it that keeps me alive and burning. I read books. I want to write too. I do this almost everyday but I wonder if I’m good at it, I wonder if this is really my forte. It’s just hard sometimes especially when someone asks me questions like this and I always end up saying, "I don’t know, I’m still trying to find out myself."

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Someone just had a productive day. Went out to jog with my brother and his friend yesterday. I had to walk and jog alone though because they were faster than me and it was hard to catch up with them.

do not
put
your hand
in the mouth of loneliness.
it’s teeth are soft
but it will scar you for life.
Do Not Be Seduced By the Lonely Ones (Nayyirah Waheed)
What I needed seemed to be absent everywhere.
Charles Bukowski in introduction for John Fante’s ”Ask the Dust” (via wordsthat-speak)

To Beatrice— My love flew like a butterfly
Until death swooped down like a bat
As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said:
"That’s the end of that."

Boys are adorable. Boys trail off their sentences in an appealing way. Boys bring a knapsack to work. Boys get haircuts from their roommate, who “totally knows how to cut hair.” Boys can pack up their whole life in a duffel bag and move to Brooklyn for a gig if they need to. Boys have “gigs.” Boys are broke. And when they do have money, they spend it on a trip to Colorado to see a music festival. Boys don’t know how to adjust their conversation when they’re talking to their friends or to your parents.

Until I was thirty, I only dated boys, as far as I can tell. I’ll tell you why. Men scared the shit out of me.

Men know what they want. Men make concrete plans. Men own alarm clocks. Men sleep on a mattress that isn’t on the floor. Men tip generously. Men buy new shampoo instead of adding water to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo. Men go to the dentist. Men make reservations. Men go in for a kiss without giving you some long preamble about how they’re thinking of kissing you… Men know what they want and they don’t let you in on their inner monologue, and that is scary.

  Mindy Kaling on boys vs. men- Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me (via wordsthat-speak)
Far over the misty mountains coldTo dungeons deep and caverns oldWe must away, ere break of dayTo find our long-forgotten gold

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To find our long-forgotten gold