Just as we now love one another by telephone and work not on matter but on machines, we kill and are killed by proxy. What is gained in cleanliness is lost in understanding.
—Albert Camus (via sisyphean-revolt)
'And the road finally gave me back but i don't think I'll unpack, cause I'm not sure if I live here anymore.'
—Bright Eyes (via werebetteroffdead)
Smoke your pipe and be silent; there’s only wind and smoke in the world.
—Irish Proverb (via bruyerepipes)
—Faded From The Winter
Daddy’s ghost behind you
Sleeping dog beside you
You’re a poem of mystery
You’re the prayer inside me
Spoken words like moonlight
You’re the voice that I like
Needlework and seedlings
In the way you’re walking
To me from the timbers
Faded from the winter