(Source: biscodeja-vu, via mindflowerss)
(via mysticmementos)
(Source: hauntology, via mysticmementos)
(via backtowoodstock)
No need to know what you’re doing or waiting for. But if anyone should ask, tell them I’ve been cooking coconut skins, we’ve been hanging out.
-Damien Rice, Coconut Skins
(Source: allusiontoreality, via hippyscientist)
and then when it’s all over
when i’ve snapped back to reality
i can tell how real the picture is
by the amount of charcoal mess on my hands
(via skeleton-garden)
i heard a heavy beat in the air
an irregular thud coming from above
like the sky had a heartbeat
i listened to this beat of the universe
i followed it
then i found it had a rhythm
i looked up at the yellow moon but it gave me no answers
it only stared back at me
then to my utter disappointment and depression
i found the beat came from across the road
drums
someone was playing drums
beside the point,
stands the fact that proves
i’ve gone round the bend;
that only those of insanity
can judge the sane.
