When you were sleeping on the sofa
I put my ear to your ear and listened
to the echo of your dreams.
That is the ocean I want to dive in,
merge with the bright fish,
plankton and pirate ships.
I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you
and ask them the questions I would ask you.
Can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke
rising from a chimney?
Can I swing like Tarzan in the jungle of your breathing?
I don’t wish I was in your arms,
I just wish I was peddling a bicycle
toward your arms.
— Jeffrey McDaniel, “The Secret” (via wewerenevertragedies)
Inception (2010) dir. Christopher Nolan
I’ll tell you a riddle. You’re waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don’t know for sure. But it doesn’t matter. How can it not matter to you where that train will take you?
Dean Koontz, The Good Guy
— Stephen King, “Joyland” (via fawun)
By Zheng Chongbin
— Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)
Drink up, so we can both finally die
Going Up In Smoke by Ashley Mackenzie
"I don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t"
This hit me like a fucking train