Sad people have the gift of time, while the world dizzies everyone else; they remain stagnant, their bodies refuse to follow pace with the universe. With these kind of people everything aches for too long, everything moves without rush, wounds are always wet.Warsan Shire (via ohnoheather)
this is a forward for godspeed.
nobody we know owns anything,
many of us will never own anything at all.
we’re tired of feeling bewildered,
tired of helplessness.
we want many, many things to end soon.
these times, when everything is denied us,
anything is possible.
but everyday stubborn, clumsy, beautiful ideas
drop on the withering vine.
we’re tired of this state of affairs.
we call to end paranoia, self-intimidation and fear.
meanwhile, the world spins
as if nothing has happened at all.
we’re all still waiting.
we dedicate this to everyone who couldn’t afford
the thirty dollar price tag!
we dedicate this to girls kissing girls
boys kissing boys
girls kissing boys
and everything in between!
the future is bleak, uncertain, beautiful.
tomorrow they might come and arrest us all.
only if you listen closely can you hear the machines
beneath the sidewalk whispering;
the machines beneath the sidewalk are
strive to listen close,
please, try to be free:
don’t be afraid
the end of the world will never come.