KaraTumbling

"I am nobody, are you nobody too?"
Kara. 18. Aspiring Writer.I post stuff that inspires me, in hope of inspiring others. I am undoubtedly strange and slightly demented. But that is also the very kinds of people and things that I love.
"Have I gone mad?"
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."


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Forget the truth and the lies
sink into a single fold of time
and stay there
grasp the ropes and vines
and play fair 
rest your head and eyes 
and come on out
when the sun rises 
leave what you don’t need
do what makes you feel free
forget the imperfections
and enjoy it for what it is 
as the story goes 
no one makes it out alive
in the end

Forget the truth and the lies

sink into a single fold of time

and stay there

grasp the ropes and vines

and play fair 

rest your head and eyes 

and come on out

when the sun rises 

leave what you don’t need

do what makes you feel free

forget the imperfections

and enjoy it for what it is 

as the story goes 

no one makes it out alive

in the end

Reblogged from fridacol
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Story of my life

Not mine, but I can relate, a lot. :P 

gwencouture:

fridacol:

phrases | Tumblr on @weheartit.com - http://whrt.it/YUiGze

Story of my life

Not mine, but I can relate, a lot. :P 

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My Regards to Mr. Poe.

"I became Insane with long intervals of horrible sanity."

Edgar Allen Poe

Gotta Love Him, one of the first to be his dark, demented, self without regard to society’s expectations; I wish he would have gotten the admiration that he deserved during his life time.

"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night."  Edgar Allen Poe

"I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago."
Edgar Allan Poe

Disillusionment, have you ever experienced it, or did you find that you could see right through it all along?
"Man’s real life is happy, chiefly, because he is ever expecting that it will soon be so."
EDGAR ALLEN POE
My role model, upon reading “The Crow”, in Elementary school I fell in love with the darkness. And the relief, that came with the proof, that there were others as demented as me that once existed on this earth. Forever, a lover of the strange and deviating.
 Yours Truly,
KaraMarie

Lana Del Rey - Video Games

rainy day music

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The XX- “Stars” lyrics.

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My Lord

According to Catholicism to die at one’s own hand is a sin unforgivable and will result in condemnation of one’s soul in the infernal pits of hell for eternity.

Annie’s mind wanders in service, she knows she isn’t well, she believes the priest in his cassock, if she doesn’t believe, she will go to hell.

-“But why,” she said, “would he not take all externalizations into consideration, would that destroy the purpose of faith, devoutness, and human strength?”

"Why must I believe in blindness and why can he not understand my woe?" "What is preached to me is said too cold."

With that Annie’s wandering mind prompted her to find something worth blind faith, she left even though she left, to her family, as a disgrace.

As the years blurred by as a steady whirlwind of depleting time, Annie’s endeavors did not result in her favor, she found that there was nothing and no one left to save her.

Except that which had been forbade of her, the teachings that had embedded in her young mind, and had stayed there throughout time, had told her of her fate if she would take her own life.

"If you are there," she said looking up into the sky, the born agnostic had made up her mind, "I hope that you can understand my weakness, and take pity if you must, though I know I have never done enough to earn your love. So says my mother and my brother……so be it. If you are without reason you are not a god worth pleasing. I’d rather spend eternity in hell than be condemned for what we as humans can not possibly know. In this world of intricacy , complexion w/o bounds, I bid thee ado, I promise you my soul." With those final words she lifted the knife to her throat.

"If this shall be my destiny, better sooner than later my lord."

Two Green Leaves

He doesn’t know what he lives for ,

He looks at the sun and hopes it glistens for a reason, but like mother nature his ebbing mind changes with his labor and the season.

A tulip here a tulip there, across from a pair of weathered leaves, that have fallen there, but because they are together, they are complete. 

All his fears have been left unheard to do what was called upon him, he told himself that only sticks and stones will really bother him. Anything less is his own weakness in a society that condemns one’s own nature.

And in this vineyard labyrinth he stays, waiting for the day when some one, particularly some girl, will really see him. Or was it a thorny rose that he sought? Was it a key to a lock?

"I’m one of billions." He said truthfully. "And so is she." "Therefore our love can never be." As a soldier he does the march, only to mope when he is home, and reside with a kitchen knife, unable to stand the bitter thought of being forever alone.


It would have taken a couple of pints to ease his mind, if he hadn’t been so rudely awakened by a tapping at the door, and this was his reason to bleed no more.

Years went by, a million questions left unanswered in his mind, though he had forgotten why he had ever needed a reason why. & there she was, standing in the corner of his eye.

Two green leaves waiting for the breeze to lift them up into the sky.

Reblogged from bookmania
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from A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry

bookmania:

from A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry

Dimming Lights.

In her mind’s eye there is little difference between left and right.

All she knows is that both directions begin in light.

Bright against the deep blue sky, but not bright enough to dull the twinkling stars, and those in flight.

Nothing could ever make her wonder as much as her own mind, the minds of others, and what lay beyond those baby blue skies.

Echoing footsteps ring out onto a stretch of empty sidewalk. Streetlights glowing, once ablaze, begin to dim and submerge her in a shadowy haze.

She’s lost sight of her feet upon the ground, though she knows, that this is how her life will come and go.

When you have eliminated the impossible, however improbable, is the truth.

-Sherlock Holmes/Arthur Conan D.

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