LP
erase you (excerpt)

What can I do when there’s a me without you
I’m splitting slowly just leave me lonely
Into a sea into a dream where there’s only
Time to be free time to relieve

I’ve been lost in time 
Forgetting my mind
If I knew what to do I’d learn how to erase you

If you could see
If you could just release me
I’m melting everywhere 
With only you to spare
Into a sea into a dream where there’s only
Time to be free time to relieve

I’ve been lost in time 
Forgetting my mind
If I knew what to do I’d learn how to erase you

nevver:

Make it work

things change
priorities change
people change
things move on
move on
or change

Intimacy is not who you let touch your genitalia. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.
(via oursecretdesires)
6:02 PM

I’d like to gut myself
See what fills me
See where the fire burned
See the ashes and pleas
See where my heart froze
See the emptiness stretch outward
See myself inside out
See that I was dead
Before I ever lived

newsweek:

Here is Marine Corporal Jose Armenta in his tent on the night before getting blown up in Afghanistan. He jokes with Mulrooney and Berry and the medic the guys have nicknamed “Christ.” He feeds and waters his dog, Zenit, a sable-coat German shepherd. 

He lets Buyes, who will be dead in three months, ruffle Zenit’s fur, for the radioman is crazy about the dog. Then he takes Zenit outside in the waning light of this dusty, desert otherworld to train. 

They’re happiest like this. Jose has Zenit sit, which the dog does obediently, and then Jose jogs 50 yards down and hides a rubber toy, a Kong, up against a mud wall, covering it with dirt. 

On Jose’s command, Zenit bursts forward, zigging in search of it, tail wagging. It’s an intricate dance. Voice commands met by precise canine action, always with the same end goal in mind—to find the toy. Tomorrow, on patrol, the objective will be finding not a toy but an improvised explosive device, or IED, one of the Taliban’s most brutally effective weapons against American troops here in what many consider the most dangerous province in one of the world’s most dangerous countries. And no dog can find every bomb every time. 

The Dogs of War

newsweek:

Here is Marine Corporal Jose Armenta in his tent on the night before getting blown up in Afghanistan. He jokes with Mulrooney and Berry and the medic the guys have nicknamed “Christ.” He feeds and waters his dog, Zenit, a sable-coat German shepherd.

He lets Buyes, who will be dead in three months, ruffle Zenit’s fur, for the radioman is crazy about the dog. Then he takes Zenit outside in the waning light of this dusty, desert otherworld to train.

They’re happiest like this. Jose has Zenit sit, which the dog does obediently, and then Jose jogs 50 yards down and hides a rubber toy, a Kong, up against a mud wall, covering it with dirt.

On Jose’s command, Zenit bursts forward, zigging in search of it, tail wagging. It’s an intricate dance. Voice commands met by precise canine action, always with the same end goal in mind—to find the toy. Tomorrow, on patrol, the objective will be finding not a toy but an improvised explosive device, or IED, one of the Taliban’s most brutally effective weapons against American troops here in what many consider the most dangerous province in one of the world’s most dangerous countries. And no dog can find every bomb every time.

The Dogs of War

8/21/14


the greatest single of piece of advice
i have ever received 
is to never accommodate for anyone
never donate your time like some kind of commodity for anyone,
it cannot be returned 
it cannot be retrieved again.
your time must be just as valuable if not more valuable than theirs
as it should be 
never invest your deepest efforts for anyone
because anyone that is not you
is nothing more than temporary 
a waste of you.
fend for your quarry
into the shadows
fight your fight
and only your
fight

'This is the hunter’s badge of glory; That he protect and tend his quarry; Hunt with honour, as is due; And through the beast to God is true.'

'This is the hunter’s badge of glory; That he protect and tend his quarry; Hunt with honour, as is due; And through the beast to God is true.'

nevver:

Bukowski
4

amazing how
4 words can change
the walls around the heart
scared to lose it all
weighing the demons down
focus the cascading secrets.
amazing how
4 words 
drive a power like the sun
and lift body with mind
across the great divide


deep-dark-fears:

A submission from cryokineticwolfies to deep dark fears.

Searching For West 

The hunt is a pursuit of balance, while searching for the unknown. The balance that death has struck with life, the one sustaining the other. Everything we eat was alive once. The farmer clears his field in autumn for new life in the spring, and there’s a rhythm to it all. One man in one place, doing just one thing at a time. Take a moment. Bask in the moment. Own the moment. It will all be gone soon.

Pikes Peak Miners Harlem Shake — Top That! Frozen Yogurt Commercial Take #4

“We know that hockey is where we live, where we can best meet and overcome pain and wrong and death. Life is just a place where we spend time between games.”
-Fred “The Fog” Shero

“We know that hockey is where we live, where we can best meet and overcome pain and wrong and death. Life is just a place where we spend time between games.”

-Fred “The Fog” Shero