Of Metaphysical Origins

A metaphysicist attempts to clarify and explain the nature of being and in turn, the world that encompasses it.
I am not one these people.

“As long as it’s you
I will never care of where,
or even of how.”

“Don’t bring up the past of a person who is trying to improve their future”

—   This is such an important message that is so relevant to me. Please, do not stop people from reaching a good place in life because of things they cannot take back. It is so painful.  (via caffheine)

(Source: rosexella, via caffheine)

My attempt at taking on today. 

(Source: ewanmcgregoring, via shelbydeeeee)

Novo Amor - Cold

thesoutherly:

"For all that its worth now you were worth it in the end,

For all off your worth I would lapse and fall again,

For all that its worth I would have loved you until the end,

But I’m cold in your heart and you’re branded into mine.”

(via tblaberge)

“She was fire, and I just wanted to find a warm place to stay.”

—   T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)

It’s hard for me to think about loving again. The idea to trust myself in the hands of another, and to take the time to get to know them just suffocates me. I am left with a fear that grows, because it was planted by all those who I asked to come into my life, only to be left with a home that is unoccupied. The creaks of this lonely house are the only sounds heard at night, the seasons are changing and still I fear that no one wants to call me their safe place. I see love from afar, and cannot seem to reach for it, because I have chased it in all the wrong places and at all the wrong times.

My head and heart used to be at war, now they see the casualties that it brings; now they just want to not hurt. I don’t want to think of love as a difficult thing, I don’t want to flinch at the thought of opening my soul to another, or to become a bitter old man who has lost hope altogether. It’s so hard for a wounded heart to beat as it once did, and I don’t have the energy that I once had, because the years are catching up, leaving me to greet the silence as my only companion in life; perhaps love will find me, and then I can understand that flowers grow with the help of winter’s snow, and that not all that appear dead are actually lost forever, but that life can be regained with the return of spring’s most glorious sunlight.

I look forward to that gentle kiss of love.

—   T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)

(via tblaberge)

What’s playing on repeat?

'In a Week' Hozier

I’m happily on the Hozier bandwagon.

Sneaky Peek crappy pic into the latest project, hence quiet page. 
This squirrel is busy… squirreling. -_-
hashfuckingtagexcited. 

If I look up 

at the tree

standing opposite me

with the clouds moving by so silent and free,

movements so fast and unnerving,

I begin to wonder

is this tree falling on me?