"I have trusted my corners to revolving doors
but am fluent in getting better.
We are fluent in bouncing back,
lifting quickly,
learning fast."

Buddy Wakefield, “In Landscape” (via solidsteelemotion)

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"There is a book
inside your chest
with dilated instructions
on how to make a safe landing.
It was written
for crash landers.
Thank you.
I am coming home to listen."

Buddy Wakefield, ‘In Landscape’

(Source: loverofstories)


There is a book
living inside your chest
with dilated instructions
on how to make a safe landing.
It was written
for crash landers.
Thank you.
I am coming home to listen.

It is time.


Buddy Wakefield

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"There is a book
living inside your chest
with dilated instructions
on how to make a safe landing.
It was written
for crash landers.
Thank you.
I am coming home to listen."

In Landscape, Buddy Wakefield

"I’ve been lonely for a long time now, hoping anyone who I perceive as better than me will scoop me up on a night kite rescue mission and love me so hard that I can finally forget about this feeling left over from all the years my blood was boiling. Dear Gravel, it doesn’t work like that. If anyone ever loves you that hard, hard as you’ve been dreaming, chances are you will not believe them
Until you accept yourself."

Buddy Wakefield - “Start”

Let it go

Let’s let go from the get go.
Let go let God.
Let it go.
Leave it alone.
Let it pass.
Let it be.
C’est la vie.
What’s done is done.
Hang up on it.
Land the plane.
Don’t get on that train.
The bus has already left.
This too shall pass.
Shake it off.
Cut your losses.
Bust loose.
Break free.
It’s water under the bridge.
What goes around comes around.
Go around.
Get over it.
Get it together.
Get a grip.
Get moving.
Keep moving.
Move on.
Move forward.
Give it a rest.
Drop it.
Squash it.
Spilled water cannot be poured back.
Don’t look back.
Enough if enough.
Stand down.
Stay still.
Be quiet.
Quit dwelling.
Forget it.
Forgive it.
Right now.
As is.
You will be given back the years that the locusts have taken.

-Buddy Wakefield

"I know the nights you believed someone would come for you,
take you out of here,
when the weight of those empty pockets and your ugly reflection
are holes through the grip they told you to get
while you were being pulled under."

Buddy Wakefield, Healing Herman Hesse (via allcameundonethemomentyoumeantit)

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Tell me that when these swing set chains untie themselves from my arms
I won’t just point at my chest and say no one lives here.

Tell me my heart beats a war drum


Buddy Wakefield, “When The Train Came”

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Wow, so here it is. We’re born, and it wasn’t a tragedy. That miracle of life that happens every 7, 11 seconds. Everybody’s pretty stoked about it generally, I mean there’s always a few jealous folks, but…ultimately, it was no tragedy when you were born. That’s why we’re all here, I hope we can agree on that, we were born. If you’re a philosophy major, fuck off.

On the other end of the spectrum is death. That’s the exciting part. It’s learning how to live for a living, there’s the tricky bitch. But death, ultimately, in and of itself, not a tragedy. I’m not here to diminish or devalue or demean any valid grieving process you may be going through about the loss of a loved one currently, that’s not why I’m here. What I’m saying, I know that what you experienced with that person was real and the moments were real and love was real and the laughter was real and the family and the friendship…that was all real and true and the only thing left is the attachment your ego has placed on it that hasn’t dissolved yet. But ultimately when we rise above it, death is no tragedy and what I wanna invite you to do here, aside from maybe participating in your existence, is to contribute to psychological evolution just a little bit. I know those two words are kinda scary for some folks that have been planting bad seeds in their minds, but they’re valid words nonetheless, but contribute to psychological evolution and stop making everything such a fucking tragedy. You don’t have to wait for an 8.9 or Katrina to happen to go check in on your neighbour and see how they’re doing. That’s something you can do every day. You can wake up with a different attitude every day. You don’t have to turn on all those social media outlets feeding you bullshit like Jersey Shores…demeaning your existence. It’s just silly. If you think the end of the world is coming, well, who’s responsible? Check your head. Tragedy addicts.I know I’m not preaching to the choir. I could stand using a practice myself.

And between it, oftentimes what happens is, in between the birth and death, and the pursuit for happiness, most of us, a lot of us, maybe all of us, looking for love, a little happiness, joy, safety, comfort…I don’t care what you wanna call it. And oftentimes in that pursuit, one person falls in love with another person, and it’s not reciprocated, and the person who loves the most feels like they’re at the mercy of the person who loves the least. And it causes this person to sit on the edge of their bed with the wind knocked out of their heart for weeks or even months at a time, dealing with the knife fight in their ego, and the rejection, that all consuming nature, that feeling…if you’re in it right now, if you’re in the sticky tar pit of it, in the thick of it, and you’re tired of beating around the bush and bullshitting about it, I want you to ask it, for the next four minutes at least, maybe for the next four days or four weeks, or maybe for the rest of your life, ask it to have a seat next to you, so you can see things for what they are. Clearly. And it doesn’t consume you anymore. I know you’re fixated right now, I know you’re a little bit rejected…you gotta let go of the notion that it’s a tragedy when someone doesn’t love you back. You don’t give love to get love. You give love to become love.


Buddy Wakefield, in a preamble to “Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars”.

(Source: thisconnected)