Blues and Haikus

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I am so fucking resolute. I am so fucking tired. I am so fucking thirsty. I don't jive well with tricks. IPA's are the bee's knees. If you feel like dancing, dance with me.

Barring that my knees can keep up with my mind, this is my ultimate dream job. Fascinating report. Lots to think about and consider.

Oh, Aimzzz.

A bottle of toothpaste lasts a long time when you’re alone. 

I could continue to try to dictate this pseudo law of control in an attempt to govern my emotions. But maybe I ought to allow myself to feel it all, real, bold, and unabashed. I’ve forced restrictions on myself and how can one help from questioning whether or not it is robotic? What is it that I’ve done to myself? Some sort of precaution I’ve taken in order to protect myself, but from what exactly? 

vsauce is the best.

Trailhead of Mount Borah — our crew worked 27 days unifying the trail to the peak. 
Challis National Forest, Custer County, ID

Trailhead of Mount Borah — our crew worked 27 days unifying the trail to the peak. 

Challis National Forest, Custer County, ID

Keaton Henson

—Grow Up With Me

warshing:

"Grow up with me.

Let’s run in fields and fear the dark together.
Fall off swings, and burn special things,
and both play outside in bad weather.

Let’s eat badly.
Let’s watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy.
Let’s sit in the back of the car,
making eye contact with strangers driving past,
making them uncomfortable.

Not caring.
Not swearing.
Don’t fuck.

Let’s both reclaim our superpowers;
the ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth.
The ability not to fear social awkwardness.
To panic when locked in the cellar;
still sure there’s something down there.
And while picking from pillows each feather,
let’s both stay away from the edge of the bed,
forcing us closer together.

Let’s sit in public, with ice cream all over both our faces;
sticking our tongues out at passers by.
Let’s cry.
Let’s swim.
Let’s everything.

Let’s not find it funny lest someone falls over.
Classical music is boring.
Poetry baffles us both;
there’s nothing that’s said is what’s meant.
Plays are long, tiresome, sullen, and filled;
with hours that could be spent rolling down hills,
and grazing our knees on cement.

Let’s hear stories and both lose our innocence.
Learn about parents and forgiveness,
death and morality,
kindness and art,
thus losing both of our innocent hearts,
but at least we won’t do it apart.

Grow up with me.”

(Source: iio0oii)

Alaska

I think that we all knew this would happen one day. Of course I’d be the one to float away. 

Aw, Daniel.

I love Montana, but I miss the ocean. 

I love Montana, but I miss the ocean. 

Shit

I still need to find an apartment in Helena. 

New tattoo.

New tattoo.

eatsleepdraw:

Adelbert Ward
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Adelbert Ward

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