Unknown (via zxmbi)
wont you let us have a thingy. i want a thingy. lets have a thingy. and stahp not talking to me. jebus, ima be pissed if we dont have a little thingy.
The Growlers - Someday
i recognize that you don’t matter and you didn’t exist anyway. i shouldn’t believe ideas. people create holograms of themselves to impress other holograms. they’re smokescreens hiding nothing worth hiding, nothing worth anything. for all your words, your actions sure are vulgar.
it’s a crime to say things you don’t mean, it is. what basis is there on which to judge other than words? false advertising, always.
Fernando Pessoa (via tuffluf)
And always end much at a loss like this,
Wondering what to look for; wondering, too,
When churches will fall completely out of use
What we shall turn them into, if we shall keep
A few cathedrals chronically on show,
Their parchment, plate and pyx in locked cases,
And let the rest rent-free to rain and sheep.
Shall we avoid them as unlucky places?
A serious house on serious earth it is,
In whose blent air all our compulsions meet,
Are recognized, and robed as destinies.
And that much never can be obsolete,
Since someone will forever be surprising
A hunger in himself to be more serious,
And gravitating with it to this ground,
Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,
If only that so many dead lie round. ❞
Philip Larkin, “Church Going” (via thebeardedmatey)