Cellar Door

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Black Flame Collective

San Bernardino, Ca

I learned it too slow, and as late as I could -
When chances are fleeting, regrets last for good.
Don’t hazard haphazard, or gamble amounts -
But risk when you can, and be safe when it counts.

Though custom’s important, you won’t hear it said
When people are lying and dying in bed:
‘I needed more time with my TV and chairs’,
Or other such pitiful sorrows and cares.

I know it’s been said to exonerate blame
For stupid decisions, but still, all the same -
Don’t miss all your chances, then long for your youth.
You only live once.
That’s the real fucking truth.

—/u/Poem_For_Your_Sprog 

I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such
Although I liked a few folk pretty well
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch
for brave men died and empires rose and fell
For love, girls follow boys to foreign lands
and men have followed women into hell
In plays and poems someone understands
there’s something makes us more than blood and bone
and more than biological demands
For me love’s like the wind, unseen, unknown
I see the trees are bending where it’s been
I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown
I really don’t know what “I love you” means
I think it means “don’t leave me here alone.

—Neil Gaiman (via observando)

There is no final, satisfying way to balance our need to be known with our need to be alone. The balance is always uncertain and provisional; it’s always a matter of dissatisfaction, give-and-take, and sacrifice…It’s up to each of us to balance the risks and rewards—to trade, in right proportion, loneliness for freedom, explicability for mystery, and the knowable for the unknown within ourselves.

—Joshua Rothman, “Virginia Woolf’s Idea of Privacy” (via larmoyante)

(via j0hnnydarko)