Conversations With the Police

(Source: strangelanguage)

i am but a broken girl whose mind is pieces. 

pigcharmer:

perspective

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omgesteban:

I slip through your hands, don’t try and contain me,

Like the air you breathe, I pass through you,

Into my own lost world, not that you’d see,

If I could tell you how I am feeling,

But I have been crushed before, I’m terrified,

To give, to live, to be, take your time,

As you feel…

leilanifox:

If I had all the money in the world, I would build myself a tree house :)

It is within a cage of beating drums that lies the pieces that are being torn apart.  In no state of unification but in a oneness with solitude.  Sinking in a space of plasma. A disorder of senses that betrays that should be true. It will continue to live a lie; and when the skin is moist, oh what a beautiful lie it is. 

CHIPOLOPOLO IYEEEEE!!!

(Source: footballinsanity)

Goal for 2012: To keep believing, learning and fighting for my peace. Thank you 2011 for awakening me to certain passions. I believe in this world, no matter how corrupt or consumer-ised it may have become. I was taught this simple mantra this year in a place that my spiritual curiosity bloomed, so I say this prayer at the end of 2011 for all of you in 2012:

QUE EL ETERNO SOL TE ILUMINE

QUE EL AMOR TE RODEE

Y LA LUZ PURA INTERIOR GUIE TU CAMINO

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(via desire to inspire - desiretoinspire.net - Paul Brissman)