Into the Wild
What the fuck is wrong with me? I need to get out. I need to get away. I need Sedona. I can’t even use words to describe how I feel anymore and it’s scaring me. Into the Wild sparked within me a spiritual revolution today. Do you ever wish you could remember every single one of your thoughts? But, if that were the case, wouldn’t your thoughts stay the same since you’d be...
Do You Ever Wonder
… why you are always the one who gets butt-dialed?
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.– Matsuo Basho (via reluctantbuddha) (via kendalllouise) (via nihilnoetia)
I like how I can’t even express how I feel by posting text anymore because you leave me
I think we’ve reached a little bit of the silly season when the President of the...– Robert Gibbs (via apsies) (via robot-heart-politics)
I'm Feeling This
dharmabum: Vision Boarding with the Dharma Bum; http://dharmabum.typepad.com/
You are the creator of the reality that you experience. Every event that occurs...– Camden Benares | Zen Without Zen Masters (via retropolitics)
Christian Communism →
If this is historically true my life would be complete. bestofwikipedia: Christian communism is a form of religious communism based on Christianity. Although there is no universal agreement on the exact date when Christian communism was founded, many Christian communists assert that evidence from the Bible suggests that the first Christians, including the Apostles, created their own small...
Steven L. Anderson: Killing Gays is Not Murder →
I try my hardest not to judge people based on their socio-political agendas and their perversion of religion, but I cannot help but see a trend… robot-heart-politics: azspot: MS: You want all gay people to be executed, correct? SA: That is correct. It is what the Bible teaches. MS: If somebody were to go out with a machine gun and spray down a crowd of gay and lesbian people, would you...
staying up until 5am talking on the phone waking up to a consciousness not your own listening to Cannibal Resource while basking in the hazy, red, cloud-splotched sky being a caffeine zombie all the way up until the last half hour of school and crashing losing your appetite on the way home falling asleep at a red light showering back to chatting with moosey digging life
You know that fiction, prose rather, is possibly the roughest trade of all in...– Ernest Hemingway (via nihilnoetia)