The Lucid Dream

BAD POETRY IN TWO LANGUAGES. THINGS I CARE ABOUT.  

Do you dream while you sleep or is it an escape from the horrors of reality? 

There is no escape. Not in this life. Not in the next.

Look around. They will all betray you. Flee screaming into the forest.

You resist. You cling to your life as if it actually matters. You will learn.

At the bottom of the ocean even light must die.

That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die.

The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent, but if we can come to terms with this indifference, then our existence as a species can have genuine meaning. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.
— Stanley Kubrick (via leaveyouapen)

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hueandeyephotography:

Sunrise, Boneyard Beach, Botany Bay Plantation, Edisto Island, SC
© Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved

hueandeyephotography:

Sunrise, Boneyard Beach, Botany Bay Plantation, Edisto Island, SC

© Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved

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wanderthewood:

Rabbits - Laholme, Sweden by PeBe2012

wanderthewood:

Rabbits - Laholme, Sweden by PeBe2012

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sorun evimizdeydi. bir evimizin olmamasıydı ya da.

insan nereye ev der? yaşadığı yere mi? uyurken rahat olduğu yere mi? sevdikleriyle olduğu yer mi, odandan saatlerce çıkmadığında kimsenin ses etmediği yer mi, saatlerdir odandan çıkmıyorsun ne oldu diye sordukları yer mi?

bazı insanlar arayıp duruyor asla bir ev bulamadan. bazıları için ev bir değil, bir sürü yer oluyor, bazıları için bir yerden çok bir ses oluyor yahut bir koku yahut başka bir şey. bulan bir süre sonra kaybediyor ya da.

bir evin ne olduğunu belki de asla bilemeyiz. bazen anlamayız bile evde olduğumuzu aslında.

ama evinde olmayan bir insan bunu her zaman bilir.

Your hands came before mine,
they have touched you in every place,
in every way,
I want to touch you.

I kiss your palms and your fingers
whisper their secrets to me… things
they want me to know, things
I shouldn’t know,

painful, wet things
even you have forgotten.
— Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)

webofgoodnews:

People doing good!

A couple of these I came across randomly, but most of them were found here.

Webofgoodnews.com

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People aren’t either wicked or noble. They’re like chef’s salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.
Lemony Snicket, The Grim Grotto (via wordsnquotes)

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