The Prince of Party Justin Poole: I am a very selfish person

justinpoole:

I want to change the world.

I want to save the world.

But I want to do it for me and not for you.

It isn’t so much the destruction of the planet or the poisoning of the ecosystem which angers me when it comes to pollution.

I am much more concerned with the distorting and disrupting of…

If there comes a time
I can’t catch my breath, will you
please catch it for me?

vintageanchor:

“Every author in some way portrays himself in his works, even if it be against his will.” – Goethe

vintageanchor:

“Every author in some way portrays himself in his works, even if it be against his will.”
– Goethe

The Prince of Party Justin Poole: Sometimes I sit here

justinpoole:

Staring but not really seeing

I am most certainly living but hardly breathing

My mind is twisting and turning

But I’m not thinking and I am certainly not learning

My creativity is not persisting

I am not creating I am just existing

I am focused on nothing of significance

My mind is…

vintageanchor:

“Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted.” – Jules Renard

vintageanchor:

“Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted.”
– Jules Renard

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stutteringwords:

I struggle to find pleasure
So I look on the map
Where X marks the treasure
But under the sand it’s trapped
Just like my feelings inside
I just need to find
This, so I can release my mind
So I don’t have to see
Or even believe
Even if this treasure is right under my feet
I will never find it
I’ll just admit defeat
Yet never admitting that my faith is weak
Because if I did you would just find me on my knees
Taking the beating
Doing whatever they please
Just to have me
Just to watch me die
So I too can be the treasure
That no one will ever find.

The Prince of Party Justin Poole: She had always wondered

justinpoole:

As she lay in bed examining her thoughts only one seemed to cut through the mess and stress of a long week. It was desire. Her desire for him. The one she wouldn’t let herself have.

He was crass, vulgar, aggressive, cocky and antagonistic.

She was shy, gentle, reserved, passive and polite.

But…

vintageanchor:

Artist Carves Vintage Books Into Astoundingly Intricate 3D Sculpture…

“With the increasing popularity of electronic readers and e-books, the future use of hard-bound books also comes under question. While designers have responded with the likes of lighting, accessories and even fashion made entirely out of old books, French Canadian artist Guy Laramée tackles it from a decidedly philosophical — and creative — perspective, carving intricate, three-dimensional landscapes that look amazingly real up close. Based out of Montréal, Laramée is a multidisciplinary artist, writer, director, composer and anthropologist. Biblio and The Great Wall are his series of sculpted vintage books, which range from ridged landscapes and Zen gardens to actual archaeological landmarks like the Temple of Petra…”

Read more here.

tylerknott:

Iamwaiting fordeathtoknowme.-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott:

I
am
waiting for
death
to
know
me.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

vintageanchor:

“Life is not always a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.” ― Jack London
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Jack London, born January 12, 1876 in San Francisco.

vintageanchor:

“Life is not always a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.”
― Jack London

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Jack London, born January 12, 1876 in San Francisco.

atomic (part one).

thedustdancestoo:

i find you

in the smallest spaces

of the tiniest fibers

of my breath.

you flow from my lungs

to my lips

with each syllable i mumble,

every particle i exhale.

i find you

in the smallest spaces

of the tiniest fibers

of everything i see

feel,

hear,

taste,

and write.

(Source: thedustdancestoo)

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tylerknott:

“Up With the Birds” by Coldplay

“Might have to go,
where they don’t know my name
float all over the world
just to see her again
but I won’t show or feel any pain
even though all my armor
might rust in the rain”

(Source: coraxives)

tylerknott:

Art was made.
@TylerKnott on Instagram

tylerknott:

Art was made.

@TylerKnott on Instagram

vintageanchor:

“Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.” – Franz Kafka

vintageanchor:

“Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.”
– Franz Kafka