Keebler

You will never meet someone else like me. Red-haired daywalker. Writing, reading, notes, notebooks. I post what I like, sometimes pics of my own notes and knives, sometimes other stuff I find interesting. Ask me anything. Southwest TN.

"Without war human beings stagnate in comfort and affluence and lose the capacity for great thoughts and feelings, they become cynical and subside into barbarism." - Fyodor Dostoyevsky (1821-1900)

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INTJ

Mood

Current Mood: Nate Fisher burying Lisa Kimmel

That’s my mood

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blazepress:

Fire eating its way through a wall.

The beating heart'Neath its cage of ribs

blazepress:

Fire eating its way through a wall.

The beating heart
'Neath its cage of ribs

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luisalvaradob:

Twin Peaks 2016

luisalvaradob:

Twin Peaks 2016

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Empty Nights

In these nights
Late and early hours
No one else would be awake
Just she and I
We would talk, and laugh
As she fell asleep
I would sing to her
I would sing to her as she fell asleep
I would sing her to sleep

What I would give
What I would give
What I would give

To hear her voice in the early morning hours

Just call me
My beloved

Let me hear your voice in the darkness
Let me hear your voice again

Let me hear you again in those late night and early morning hours, and let me again, know that I am well and truly one with you

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violentwavesofemotion:

Hemingway & Gellhorn (2012)

This is much more personal for me now

Recently this is all I do at my notebook

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IMAGINE REPOSTING THIS DRUNKBECAUSE THATS WHAT IM DOING
I was onceNot for some time now180 days

I was once

Not for some time now

180 days

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“A day of worry is more exhausting than a week of work.”

—   John Lubbock (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

A day of bereavement is more than a lifetime of exhaustion, worry or work

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Dilemma

I don’t know which I am more of

Ashamed - or sad - that my throat is not completely raw from screaming for her

I drove home - I screamed and screamed and screamed

I drove in circles - and cried and screamed

This is hell this is hell this is hell this is hell this is hell

180 days
180 eternities