In sleepless droves we come marching.
Plagues of dragging legs and drooping arms
built to carry on for God and love.
We’ll steal names and ways. And give up
(everything for the pitance we call days).
The question that he asks in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing.
—Robert Frost, “The Oven Bird”
Listen, smile, agree, and then do whatever the fuck you were going to do anyway.
—Robert Downey Jr.
ἰχθύς
Another mark made in the stone,
One more deed I have atoned.
I’ll be praying to whatever God might call this hell a home,
that the monster I’ve become still holds his roots
in the boy you’ve always known.
(Source: taste-this-paradise)
Wild West
(Source: edgeunite)
(Source: thatshowwinningisdone, via fitzy21)
