i think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. in a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment— we are all defined by something we can’t change.
— the illusion of separateness 
peel yourself off the ground.
theonlymagicleftisart:

tannerblog:

ELECTRIC RAZOR TED DANSON
Where did it all go wrong? Just an hour earlier they were making out in the back of Dave’s “research” van. Now they stand in silence, fighting not only the gravitational pull of earth, but also the gravitational pull of their heavy hearts. Perhaps Dave should’ve shaved his back before removing his hermetically sealed jumpsuit? Or perhaps Wendy should’ve explained her Ted Danson tattoo before letting Dave remove her hermetically sealed jumpsuit? Regardless, nothing but time (and maybe an electric razor) is gonna fix this thing.

Tanner Almon is back.

peel yourself off the ground.

theonlymagicleftisart:

tannerblog:

ELECTRIC RAZOR TED DANSON

Where did it all go wrong? Just an hour earlier they were making out in the back of Dave’s “research” van. Now they stand in silence, fighting not only the gravitational pull of earth, but also the gravitational pull of their heavy hearts. Perhaps Dave should’ve shaved his back before removing his hermetically sealed jumpsuit? Or perhaps Wendy should’ve explained her Ted Danson tattoo before letting Dave remove her hermetically sealed jumpsuit? Regardless, nothing but time (and maybe an electric razor) is gonna fix this thing.

Tanner Almon is back.

I pull her close & we touch heads, & in an explosion of color & big bands, jungle orchids & satin cat feet up & down my spine, it’s like a big part of your mind has just wandered off whistling, & now it’s back & all the pieces snap into place, a cosmic ah ha & she & me we spiral down & down to a perfect state of not quite seamless sameness, the two of us, the one of us. you can phone your congressperson, & you can write a letter to the editor. you can curse your luck, & you can shake your fist at the sky. you can drop to your knees in an eleventh hour appeal to magic. but in the end there is only this. we make a dash for it.
lucjan:

A black hole

building a black hole in my room.

lucjan:

A black hole

building a black hole in my room.

" it’s easy to see what happened," i said. "you were right, jane. someone peeked. but we didn’t. & because we didn’t, by the time we looked, we’d split off into a reality in which the comet never existed in the first place. we’re saved!" 
if only closing your eyes could take you to different realities. 

" it’s easy to see what happened," i said. "you were right, jane. someone peeked. but we didn’t. & because we didn’t, by the time we looked, we’d split off into a reality in which the comet never existed in the first place. we’re saved!" 

if only closing your eyes could take you to different realities. 

Reblogged from Sonido Inconforme

three years of sun.