allie james

87 year-old in a 19 year-old's
canadian, patti smith, lord of the rings
& pink floyd loving, doctor who &
supernatural obsessed body
luciferiousart:

 Palette Meme for anaemicroyalty | Castiel + Palette #8

THIS IS A TRUE STORY.The events depicted took place in Minnesota in 2006.

this show is just too perfect for words and i’m hooked 

"Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable - your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers - and pretend they’re across the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you. Children are afraid of the dark because they have nothing real to work with. Adults are afraid of themselves."

Black Telephone (Richard Siken)

"If I had a soul I sold it for pretty words."

Allen Ginsberg
this-is-so-xv-century:

Bob Dylan e Allen Ginsberg -1976,  reading poems in front of Jack Kerouac’s grave

Palace

You were simpler,
you were lighter when we thought like little kids.
Like a weightless, hate-less animal,
beautifully oblivious before you were hid inside a stranger you grew into,
as you learned to disconnect.

Now he hangs your mirrors separately,
so one can’t show you what the other reflects.

When he heard I was on his tail, he emptied your account and hid a part of you that’s so invaluable
(the part of you unsellable at any amount).
He left the tallest peak of your paradise
buried in the bottom of a canyon in hell,

but I swear I’ll find your light in the middle,
where there’s so little late at night, down in the pit of the well.

Then when heaven has a line around the corner,
we shouldn’t have to wait around and hope to get in
if we can carpenter a home in our heart right now
and carve a palace from within.

We won’t need to take a ton of pictures,
It won’t be easy to believe
the day we wake inside a secret place that everyone can see. 

"Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love, But now I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is certain one way or another (I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d, Yet out of that I have written these songs)."

Walt Whitman