The heart

The heart feels what the heart feels.

It can beat extremely fast and extremely steady.

It can create lumps in the throat.

It can make us physically starve. 

It plays with the plumbing of one’s eyes.

It puts us in a place where we question ourselves, our motives, our passions, our beliefs, our thoughts.

It controls our behavior.

It controls our speech.

It controls what we want and what we yearn for.

This life… this heart…

It feels what it feels…

This Wild Life - Roots And Branches

This Wild Life - Roots and Branches

I feel nothing at all, yeah I trip and I fall

Running straight into walls while you’re suffering withdrawals

When will I ever get a better hand?

I am losing my hope and it hurts in my throat

Have my back to the coast at the end of my rope

Oh, will I ever be a better man?

Am I meant to be alone?

I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via kushandwizdom)

It’s been 8 years since I’ve skated North Beach & the skate park. Rad vibes all round! (at North Beach Skate Park)

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