Jason M

cinnahearts:

花吹雪 / A shower of blossoms (by funkgirldeluxe)

Oh but on my lips is a secret I can’t let slip. Forbidden love. After so long you’ve probably forgotten. Yet I can’t forget or let slip, the secret on my lips

thepaintedbench:

Maya Angelou, When You Come

Subjective perception is the mortal enemy of the silently tortured mind. Yes, I do believe I’m finally coming to grips with losing my mind. Or rather admitting it has long been lost. My psych minor hasn’t aided me because I spend much of my free time self-diagnosing or diagnosing everyone around. The mind is a beautiful, wonderful, fragile, resilient, and mysterious thing.

How must we sing thy praises
When in the midst of the pit
The bottom is endless
How shall we come up for air?
Lord I don’t feel enough to care
Nor care enough to feel
My heart is nowhere to be found
All I know is what my mind is telling
How shall we find you when ourselves we cannot find?
Unless you pull me from this darkness, this pit will be home
Death will be the only taste on my lips
I have memories of your sweet honey pouring over
Yet my memories I cannot trust
In enemy territory I slumber
My eyes are blind and my ears deaf as stone
Smite me where I sit or breathe
Your sweet breath back into my lungs
May I never taste this despair again
I have no compass nor map
Only a broken heart to cry out with.
Tis all I can muster
May it suffice
Lord I am empty of all but this:
A memory of your kiss
Fading like a shadow or flower in the midst of desert
Hasten to me while there are beats in this heart
While there is hope enough to cry out
May it be enough
May it be enough
May it be enough
Come sweet Jesus, come
Come so the dark will flee
Call me to the flock
Give strength to these legs to return
Til then I’m lost in thought
Disconnected from all and every thing
Spinning spiraling fading yet hoping

(via thinknorth)

mortur:

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(via thinknorth)

(via deschutesbrewery)

Salmon, eggs and oj. @lostinamerica

I love fall/winter. My body does not, particularly my joints that stop working when it gets cold. Don’t care. Bring it Oklahoma weather.