theworldisanapple-youareaseed:
When people ask me why I like this show, I tell them it’s because they’re so beautifully principled!
5 months ago · 6,095 notes · Source · Reblogged from figurine
I’ve got stars in my eyes cause I stare at the sun
I try to count ‘em, but I can’t get past one
I see all the lines, they’ve been there all the time
Separating bodies, connecting our minds
And every new day, yeah, it happens the same
The winds may be changing, but I still remain
I’ve got things on my mind, but I don’t have much else
I tend to get lonely when I’m by myself
And it’s seeming like that’s all the time
and all that I see’s just the glare in my eyes
Oh, the light, it breaks
into colors that paint all my sins
And now what was wrong is just a blank page to draw on again
I don’t even have the words to say I’m languageless
My hands and my teeth, they’re all the same to me
It seems like so long I’m curled up on this bed these days
Asleep in the sun, dreaming endlessly
I don’t know I’m the either
I don’t know I am both
I don’t know what’s the most
I don’t know what I don’t know
So when you’re sitting still with me
Underneath this oakwood tree
Gazing at the mountains
instead of climbing up them
You’ll step right through that empty space
you once thought was a door
Your picture won’t be framed anymore
You’re in this script, you’re in this scene
You’re playing out a role with me
Our stage is just infinity
The only place you ever sleep
So sleep, so sleep
But you know the sun might wake you
in the morning
[The audio here is a rough demo, provided as a context for reading and understanding the poetry of the lyrics. It is not a finished/polished product.]
1 year ago · 14 notes · Reblogged from imaginativenihilist
I love that this photo is quite open for interpretation.
2 years ago · 23 notes · Reblogged from life-is-a-mere-illusi0n
A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
— Albert Einstein (via atomos)
2 years ago · 233 notes · Source · Reblogged from yehnahfuckthat