lostmeandering

Losing any self coherence with utter disregard.

(Source: ineedacadillacride)

Sometimes we forget what it feels like, to be ripped from your roots. To be detached from what could have been home. My generation, our concept of Kurdistan existed of nothing more than bleaching photographs our parents kept, scratchy tapes of Shivan Perwer, who they would invite to every Newroz celebration. I drew the flag of Kurdistan. I drew the mountains that I could not remember. We sang the anthem, of which I didn’t understand the words. We had a long distance relationship with the homeland, that had been torn, that had been wounded, that had been crying in modest quietness. Like a mother, hiding her grief to shield her brood.
(via alittlepeaceoflove)
And we waited for sirens that never come
And we only write by the moon, every word handwritten.
And to ease the loss of youth and the many, many years I missed you
Pages plead forgiveness, every word handwritten.

I am like a heroin addict
In my longing for a sublime state,

For that ground of Conscious Nothing,
Where the Rose ever
Blooms.

Oh, the Friend
Has done me a great favor
and has so thoroughly ruined my life,

What else would you expect
Seeing God would do!


"The Quintessence of Loneliness"

always kinda sorta wished i was someone else.
03/26/12 @ 2:25
tags: pretty. sad.
1 note
to live & die in l.a.

to live & die in l.a.

So I’m marching up to your gates today.
To throw my lonely soul away
‘Cause I don’t need it
You can take it back.

let’s let each other down.

01/24/12 @ 2:19
tags: stalley.
3 notes
home, an ever-fading concept.

home, an ever-fading concept.

she’s gotta have it. can’t remember who we’d be.

she’s gotta have it. can’t remember who we’d be.

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