Now, bring me that horizon.

 

May 10, 2013

  • Hi, I think I might quit tumblr. I only ever seem to use this site when I’m wallowing, and it’s something I’ve really got to stop. This week has been a week of endings and beginnings. Coming out of the end of a relationship that was a very large strain on me, and that I inevitably lost myself within, I am actually feeling very okay with myself and I’d like it to stay that way. Alas, I may be back some time, but for now I believe it is the end of  internet vices for me. 

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  • She’s never been so all alone, she’s never felt so free.

    • just heard this and it's great.
    • song was terrible though
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May 8, 2013

  • eeeeeeeeeeeeeeep last night!

    I feel very free, and it is an ecstatic and bursting freedom! The incense lingers on my clothes and the dawn pulls at my eyelids. I feel very, very good.

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May 5, 2013

  • Some of todays favourites.

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May 4, 2013

  • abstraire:

    Megan Wilson

    (via ghostlandobservatory)

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  • One of my favourites from todays shoot in Topsail

    One of my favourites from todays shoot in Topsail

May 3, 2013

May 2, 2013

  • I AM A GREAT EXPLORER AND THE WORLD WON’T GET ME YET AHAHAHA. 

    Sorry, but I have had an incredibly productive day for the first time in a long time and I feel very very good about where I am right now. I finally decided on something to pursue, and I do not understand how it didn’t come to me sooner. Photography! It should have been obvious from the start. I have been taking photos constantly since I was 12 years old and my uncle gave me my first camera. So I spent the day creating a portfolio of some of my work, found here, and writing cover letters to apply with photographers as an assistant for the summer. I’m unsure whether I will try and do a program studying photography, or whether  I will just try and feel my way into the business. But for now, I have photoshoots lined up for every day this week! So my portfolio will be booming, and my sister is letting me photograph her wedding in a few weeks. This is really fantastic. For the first time in a long time I don’t feel worthless. In fact, I feel very, very okay. :)

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April 29, 2013

  • Anonymous asked: You're not useless! You're adorable~

    You’re sweet, anon, but I’m afraid I won’t be much good until I learn how to make decisions.

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  • SERIOUSLY how do other people make life decisions without exploding everywhere? I will wind up just dying some day because I can’t decide what to eat and I’ll just starve. Or I’ll starve because I can’t decide what to do with my life or what kind of job i want so I’ll be too poor for food. This is a stupid and terrible problem and I am a useless human.

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April 27, 2013

  • Stoned ramblings on scraps of paper

    Without a crutch, the vast majority of the cats around here will break the neck of any of their counterparts. Given the correct postage, trees bring your desires on mounted plaques of engraved plastic. “Each sentence is an invigorating shot of bow and arrow by a mediocre archer launching straight toward the pupil so that you look death directly in the eye.” Bob Dylan told me that. Then he got me high as a sycamore tree in an incinerator. Hell, did you know Bob Dylan was still alive? Must give him a ring. We went down by the old school yard. The whole thing was all torn up and scattered like a plastic bag on the wind; the last particles blew away as we watched with broken hands.

    • high quotes
    • from the notebook
    • incoherent
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April 25, 2013

  • Finally home, finally done with school, finally past the planning stages of my novel and into the writing. Almost done the first chapter! It feels damn good to be a productive human again and actually be doing something with myself. Hoorah! Wish me luck on my job interview tomorrow in the warehouse of Newfoundland lore. Maybe I’ll post a excerpt from the chapter soon!

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April 19, 2013

  • theparisreview: The shaven rinds of lemon   we squeeze and stir      into our espresso, The snowfall   of sugar across berries,      custard and crust— Some last delights   among which it is easy to dream      that my fingers unbraiding Your hair by the nightstand   conceal no repercussion,      that the sweep of my palm Across your navel   harbors no future grief.      The halved melon smells good To us—   we are rinsing      the reek of espresso beans From our hands,   we are soaking cake      in Kahlúa, and later We will wash that too   out of the glass dish      and the feast Will be wiped from the table   and done with.      And because everything is This brevity,   the sound of the fork set down on      the empty plate at last, Your finger’s trace   through the devoured      pastry’s leftover cream Signaling the end   of desire, there is a place      in the unlit bedroom, There by the closed and curtained window,   where we’ll take each other      into the dark. —Gianmarc Manzione, “This Brevity”Photography Credit Nadav Kander

    theparisreview:

    The shaven rinds of lemon
       we squeeze and stir
          into our espresso,

    The snowfall
       of sugar across berries,
          custard and crust—

    Some last delights
       among which it is easy to dream
          that my fingers unbraiding

    Your hair by the nightstand
       conceal no repercussion,
          that the sweep of my palm

    Across your navel
       harbors no future grief.
          The halved melon smells good

    To us—
       we are rinsing
          the reek of espresso beans

    From our hands,
       we are soaking cake
          in Kahlúa, and later

    We will wash that too
       out of the glass dish
          and the feast

    Will be wiped from the table
       and done with.
          And because everything is

    This brevity,
       the sound of the fork set down on
          the empty plate at last,

    Your finger’s trace
       through the devoured
          pastry’s leftover cream

    Signaling the end
       of desire, there is a place
          in the unlit bedroom,

    There by the closed and curtained window,
       where we’ll take each other
          into the dark.

    —Gianmarc Manzione, “This Brevity”
    Photography Credit Nadav Kander

  • (Source: a-sleepygoldenstorm)

April 17, 2013

  • FIRST DRAFT OF MY POETRY MANUSCRIPT!!!! 

    FIRST DRAFT OF MY POETRY MANUSCRIPT!!!! 

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