teachingliteracy:

Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles

(Source: aseaofquotes)

I’m ready for a new adventure.

I’m ready to stare this life in the face.

I’m tired of waiting.

dyinginback:

All day I’ve felt like a bad metaphor. The hammer of a revolver being notched back, a low-rumbling magma chamber, a viper hidden in the long grass. I’ve felt like something and nothing all at once.

Exactly

dyinginback:

I’m aching to taste the Pacific. It’s just more water, more salt. I’ve got that infection. You know it once you’ve felt it. It’s that certainty that your problems will resolve themselves once you’ve made yourself a stranger in a stranger land. That somehow, the pull of brine and foam over your ankles will make the world more sensible. That you need to be lost under a different sky to think this life is still worth keeping. I’m bleeding for the Pacific. All I taste is dust.

(Photo:  Sergey Neamoscou)

“That you need to be lost under a different sky…” Exactly.

dyinginback:

Holocene - Bon Iver

This song… THIS SONG. Ugh… And Now there’s a video. Seriously; Chills. 

“Holocene is a bar in Portland, Ore., but it’s also the name of a geologic era, an epoch if you will. It’s a good example of how all the songs are all meant to come together as this idea that places are times and people are places and times are… people? [Laughs.] They can all be different and the same at the same time. Most of our lives feel like these epochs. That’s kind of what that song’s about. “Once I knew I was not magnificent.” Our lives feel like these epochs, but really we are dust in the wind. But I think there’s a significance in that insignificance that I was trying to look at in that song.”

             

                                                                 —Justin Vernon

                     

(Source: catladycatlady)

It felt like a lights a shadows kind of afternoon.

other-wordly:

pronunciation | ‘lUft-mensh\

My brother and I were having a discussion on the back patio today - his family came over to use the pool - and we were talking about our kindles mine being new - well new to me it’s actually an old refurbished model - and he was recommending books to me that I should read as he always does.
Now I should mention I’m currently an agnostic former baptist and he is a very bible belt conservative baptist. I don’t see ANYTHING wrong with his religion and the passion he has for it, live and let live. I’m glad he has that actually, I just feel lost most of the time, so it’s good he has something. But, that being said, he’s also very cold and judgmental and closed minded. He stands his grounds and it’s good he has his beliefs but they aren’t always mine and his approach is somewhat… Harsh for lack of a better term. Which I only mention as to better understand my story, unless its the gospel its a waste of time to him.

Anyway we were talking and I asked him if he had ever read any Oscar Wilde or Mark Twain - specifically ‘The Mysterious Stranger’ - only because we were discussing free books. And he said “no, no, I don’t read that stuff, I don’t really like… Stories. I like to read things that will enlighten me… But I suppose that’s not all good either it makes you what they call a ‘Dead chest’ or a person without emotions.”

The dead chest thing actually explains a lot about my brother and I always wondered if he realized he was cold, cause I never thought he even knew he was doing it. (Even today when I finally told him I am now the proud owner of an A.A degree, which I put off saying anything because I knew I would get the very same reaction I received; “that’s good. Congrats. You’re not gonna go to any ceremony? You’d probably feel like a geezer anyway. Yeah sure lots of people are just starting… But they’re just starting.” …. ::sigh:: It’s sad when you’re not allowed to be publicly proud of anything for fear the joy will be stripped of it by others….

Off topic, sorry. Moving on.

But the thing that caught me was what he said before that, and for once I didn’t pay attention or let myself be hurt by the snide remark to my interests, but rather, instead I found it sad. Sad that he can’t find enlightenment in stories.
That the world of enlightenment ends at the back end of an R.C. Sproul book to him.

There are so many wonderful things to learn from so many of them [stories].

Humans have this seemingly un-natural way of being imposed upon by other peoples feelings. As if we are the only ones allowed to have them and everyone else who feels are assholes. Then we all just feel lonely and wonder why no one hears us.

No one wants to listen until you stop talking. We have a tendency to not notice until its no longer available to us. In every sense.

I’m tired of playing this game.

“Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just ­sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.”

— Anneli Rufus  (via aubades)

(Source: airplanes, via in--wonderland)