dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. a state of exhaustion with how shitty people can be to each other, typically causing a countervailing sense of affection for things that are sincere but not judgmental, are unabashedly joyful, or just are.
Sometimes I forget Tumblr exists. Alas, NYC beckons.
Who You Are
I will meet you at the intersection of cynicism, pragmatism, and realism. Or, at least, I will try to, if it is practicable, if such a place even exists in the first place.
Someone needs to climb this spiral And drag me out of the depths While I kick and scream and bite At the hands that fed me all my life.
I have no use for divine patience - My lips are now burning and everywhere. I...– Hafiz (via nuclearbattery)
Chaikhana: Humans of Karachi →
nuclearbattery: I am looking for people who might be interesting in starting a Humans of Karachi (google Humans of New York for reference)… I’m logistically too far away to do this myself since I do have some photos to contribute/start off with but not enough to keep it up and running. I’ll be able to photograph…
Life is meant to be lived at right angles. We have to form the perfect intersections, so our lifestyles can be sold. There’s people looking through the windows, looking as they walk along the beach, cobalt diamonds shimmering besides the burning sand. It’s a hot day, even in the shade. The lights go out, and no one chose to live the way they could if they would be me. We have to run...
Fuck this exam nonsense. I’d rather just play my guitar all day/night long, and holler along to whatever song I’m playing at the top of my lungs.
reblog if you want an anon to make your day
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to...– Jack Kerouac (via nuclearbattery)
In these houses, surrounded by photographs of happy times, I have learned to regret the fact that the only memories we will have forged will mix into the salt of our tears, and as we wipe them away to hide our shame, we will forget why we fell, and stayed, in love for so long, for so much.
SO I'm taking an exam now.
But I’m all over the internet while I’m at it. SO BAWSS. The insane amounts of coffee I’ve consumed is not helping.
Anonymous asked: ill get my way. youll see. favorite position, public exhibitionist guy?
karachistreetphotography asked: or better even: you and anon should make some together.
karachistreetphotography asked: I think you really need to watch some porn
Postcard From Kashmir
nuclearbattery: Kashmir shrinks into my mailbox, my home a neat four by six inches. I always loved neatness. Now I hold the half-inch Himalayas in my hand. This is home. And this the closest I’ll ever be to home. When I return, the colors won’t be so brilliant, the Jhelum’s waters so clean, so ultramarine. My love so overexposed. And my memory will be a little out of focus, it in a giant...
Anonymous asked: im a giver. i get off on making you moan. you think thatll do?
Anonymous asked: that works too. will the stares bother you or get you more riled up?
Anonymous asked: hey hott stuff. lets have rough sex in the back of your car.
I was cutting an onion. My wife said, Why so sad? and then she laughed and so...– Arjun Basu (@arjunbasu on twitter)
Whatever it is you’re seeking won’t come in the form you’re expecting.– Haruki Murakami (via human-voices)
karachistreetphotography asked: hi. hi. what's the last awesome dream you remember?
ranef007 asked: I want to comment on your posts....but I cannot. I am sad, sad panda.
The xx - Infinity (Bruno Be Remix)
guardianmusic: This enjoyably upbeat xx remix has been knocking about online for a few months now, but has been causing a bit of a stir on the blogs this week (in fact, it’s currently #3 on the Hype Machine chart). CS
the strokes: you only live once
drake: you only live once
everyone: OMG HE'S SO RIGHT YOLO SO CLEVER YOLO YOLO YOLO
My toe is always drawn to the most treacherous of waters Why can we not just sit on your porch with our wine and talk of something banal like petrol prices, or the weather? Every breath stops me from dying And there you sit, splendorous As I wonder what God is and (whatever it may be) Why I always find myself neck-deep in deuterium when I don’t know how to swim. Don’t throw me a...