i[']mperfection(ist)


I am called by a name. I am of an age. I do not support the meat/dairy/fur/leather/egg/honey/etc. industries. I am not part of any religion. I am not part of any political party.
& I am perfectly fine with that.

! Please note: My actions, opinions, and posts do not reflect nor represent any of my current or previous jobs, internships, or affiliations. !

Organic jewelry (above) done by Onetribe Organics.

475 Plays
Ludwig van Beethoven
Sonata No. 14 in C sharp minor, Op. 27/2: Adagio sostenuto

hakmeetstak:

Sonata No. 14 in C sharp minor, Op. 27/2: Adagio sostenuto (Ludwig van Beethoven)

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643 Plays
Iron & Wine
Faded From The Winter
The Creek Drank The Cradle

Even if I had it all..

.. it wouldn’t mean much else.
There is still something missing.

In any hopes that this will reach you, (or not)

You told me that you would look here from time to time still,
although, I’m not sure how valid that is anymore.
I will remain to respect your wishes the best I can,
since I did not before.

At this point, a “reason” for why it happened is futile.
I’ve come to see that it happened, and no “reason” will change the fact that it did. 
I have to live with my choice I made then, 
mentally there or not at the time,
and move forward as well.

I need to be a better person and grow.
I cannot take it back;
but believe me, how I wish I could.
I can only hope that you will understand I have made my mess,
I have made a mistake,
I have hurt you more than any of us could imagine;
but I will be a better person from it.

I can either live in regret and continue to hate myself and never progress,
act like it never happened (I couldn’t ever though),
or acknowledge my damage and not let it happen again.

As for you,
I wish you wealth - eternal internal happiness.
I wish you to get better,
I think about you every day still,
and care about you.
I am hated by the ones I loved so dearly,
and have to live with it.
I am so sorry,
words cannot cover the amount of pain I have caused you.

My pain is deserved,
but yours was not.

I was selfish and ugly.
I know that now.
It doesn’t matter why, 
I had caused it and I am living with the guilt,
the sorrow of hurting you,
everyday.

In any hopes that this will reach you,
I will always love you.

.. “you are in my blood.”

juliatrybala:

Photos from Huldufólk, sad its all over but real excited for future things

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959 Plays
Silversun Pickups
Lazy Eye
Unknown Album (5/14/2006 5:42:02 PM)

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im-your-mirr0r:

cjwho:

the best bookstores in the world

1. This majestic converted 1920s movie palace uses theater boxes for reading rooms and draws Thousands of tourists every year. Librería El Ateneo Grand Splendid, Buenos Aires, Argentina

2. This is the entrance of the bookstore Le Bal des Ardents in Lyon, France.

3. For those who like their green spaces (and coffee shops) to Invade their bookstores. Cafebreria El Pendulo, Mexico City, Mexico

4. The bookstore section of the larger complex dedicated to art and design certainly lives up to its mission. Corso Como Bookshop , Milan, Italy

5. Kid’s Republic Book Store in Beijing, China by Sako Architects

6. Livraria Lello & Irmão (open since 1906), Porto, Portugal

7. A gorgeous converted Dominican church gives the power of reading its due diligence. Selexyz Bookstore , Maastricht, Holland

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Happiness omfg.

ROAD TRIP!

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1,919 Plays
La Dispute
Such Small Hands
Somewhere At The Bottom Of The River Between Vega And Altair

xhezzi:


i think i saw you in my sleep, darling,
i think i saw you in my dreams you were
stitching up the seams on every broken promise
that your body couldn’t keep.
i think i saw you in my sleep.
i think i saw you in my sleep, darling,
i think i saw you in my dreams you were
stitching up the seams on every broken promise
that your body couldn’t keep.
i think i saw you in my sleep.

i thought i heard the door open, oh no,
i thought i heard the door open but
i only heard it close.

i thought i heard a plane crashing, but
now i think it was your passion snapping.

i think you saw me confronting my fear,
it went up with a bottle and went down with the beer and
i think you ought to stay away from here
there are ghosts in the walls and they
crawl in your head through your ear.

i think i saw you in my sleep, lover,
i think i saw you in my dreams you were
stitching up the seams on every mangled promise
that your body couldn’t keep,
i think i saw you in my sleep.

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Revised by
Nima Wheeler.*