lizpelly:

you’ve never been a waste of my time / it’s never been a drag 

i think this is better than the version on “exile in guyville” like oh my god

Yoko Ono’s Cleaning Pieces

ali-flo:

CLEANING PIECE I

Write down a sad memory.
Put it in a box.
Burn the box and sprinkle the ashes in the field.
You may give some ashes
to a friend who shared the sadness.

CLEANING PIECE II

Make a numbered list of sadness in your life.
Pile up stones corresponding to those numbers.
Add a stone, each time there is sadness.
Burn the list, and appreciate the mount of stones for its beauty.

Make a numbered list of happiness in your life.
Pile up stones corresponding to those numbers.
Add a stone, each time there is happiness.
Compare the mount of stones to the one of sadness.

CLEANING PIECE III

Try to say nothing negative about anybody.
a) for three days
b) for forty-five days
c) for three months

See what happens to your life.

CLEANING PIECE IV

Write down everything you fear in life.
Burn it.
Pour herbal oil with a sweet scent on the ashes.

CLEANING PIECE V

Let a list of arbitary names come into your mind as you go to sleep.
Say “bless you” after each name.
Do this with speed, by keeping a constant rythm,
so, in no way, you would hesitate to bless them.

(Source: arson-fella)

salty-ebert:

I love Urban Dictionary

salty-ebert:

I love Urban Dictionary

what resembles the grave but isn’t

anneboyer:

Always falling into a hole, then saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole which is not the grave, falling into a hole again, saying “ok, this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one; sometimes falling into a hole within a hole, or many holes within holes, getting out of them one after the other, then falling again, saying “this is not your grave, get out of the hole”; sometimes being pushed, saying “you can not push me into this hole, it is not my grave,” and getting out defiantly, then falling into a hole again without any pushing; sometimes falling into a set of holes whose structures are predictable, ideological, and long dug, often falling into this set of structural and impersonal holes; sometimes falling into holes with other people, with other people, saying “this is not our mass grave, get out of this hole,” all together getting out of the hole together, hands and legs and arms and human ladders of each other to get out of the hole that is not the mass grave but that will only be gotten out of together; sometimes the willful-falling into a hole which is not the grave because it is easier than not falling into a hole really, but then once in it, realizing it is not the grave, getting out of the hole eventually;  sometimes falling into a hole and languishing there for days, weeks, months, years, because while not the grave very difficult, still, to climb out of and you know after this hole there’s just another and another; sometimes surveying the landscape of holes and wishing for a high quality final hole; sometimes thinking of who has fallen into holes which are not graves but might be better if they were; sometimes too ardently contemplating  the final hole while trying to avoid the provisional ones; sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude, saying “look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t!” 

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buttercakesandteacafe:

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buttercakesandteacafe:

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(Source: importantbirds)

*AIRHORNS* *SIRENS*

GUESS WHO HAS AN APPOINTMENT WITH A THERAPIST!!

ON NOVEMBER 4TH!!!!!

SHE SPECIALIZES IN TRAUMA!!!!!!!!

THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

gallowhill:

Bea Camacho - Efface, 2008

gallowhill:

Bea Camacho - Efface, 2008

(Source: putridpeaches)

neutralmilk:

FIX MY LIFE THIS IS NOT A GAME

neutralmilk:

FIX MY LIFE THIS IS NOT A GAME