“Now, near the skies, at chasm’s edge where nothing changes,
One feather escaped from the archangel’s wing
Remained and quivered, pure and white.
The angel on whose forehead the dazzling dawn is born
Saw and grasped it, observing the sublime sky:
“Lord, must it too fall into the abyss?”
God turned about, absorbed in being and in Life,
And said “Do not discard what has not fallen.””—Victor Hugo, Et nox facta est
“We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art, because we desperately want to feel together. We want to know that we are not going crazy and that somewhere else out there, someone is feeling exactly what you are feeling. We love everything that is tied up neatly, easily, and simply but when we can not find that, it scares the hell out of us, to not know the next step, or where things are headed. Being unsure is never part of our plan. But it’s those moments, the ones where you risk it and take a chance regardless of how vulnerable it makes us, that help us remember that life is larger than we’ll ever know.”—(via poeticheartache) (via loveisrain)
I love when God sends me little moments, moments where I can’t help but smile.
I was sitting at a red light, and Owl City came on the radio (already, it’s a good story). Then, I glance behind in my rear view mirror, and a guy, my age, was singing along to it as well. We were both, just sitting there, just singing to Owl City. It made my day.
eh, I’m so fickle. I think I lied. I think I am letting him go. And why not? We officially declared war on each other today, for real. We were joking around, but I was dead serious, and I think he was too.
Bring it on. Bring on your bitter wrath. I can take it. I’m the one who invented bitterness as weaponry. You won’t win.
“It never really died, then - the soul which can suffer so excruciatingly and so interminably; it withers to the outward eye only; like that strange moss which can lie on a dusty shelf half a century and yet, if placed in water, grows green again.”—Willa Cather
i’m tired of laws and legalistic people. i’m tired of friends who don’t give shit, whose only goal is to make you feel convicted over something their professor taught them, just to make them feel a little more righteous. i’m tired of trying to fix broken things, broken people, broken friendships. i’m tired of hearing about love and trust. i’m tired of hearing about friendships and halloween parties; of costumes and poker tables. i’m tired of pens and papers, blank word documents. i’m tired of no new messages. i’m tired of Poe and Annabel Lee, of Ying Ying and Danny Boy. i’m tired of roommates, of late nights with no sleep. i’m tired of your mood swings. i’m tired of disney world and bongos, of palm trees and humidity. i’m tired of trees full of green and skies full of blue.
there’s something different in the air today. it’s as though the atmosphere has been defrosted, but you can still taste the freezer burn ever so slightly on your tongue. such a small hint of chill, but it’s so discreet, as if it’s trying to hide itself inside of the heat.
it makes me uncomfortable, as if the chill will start a revolution in the sky, as if everything could freeze over in the blink of an eye; everything could change… maybe no one will survive…
I’m not so naive My sorry eyes can see The way you fight shy Of almost everything Well, if you give up You’ll get what you deserve
So what did you think I would say? No you can’t run away, no you can’t run away I never wanted to say this You never wanted to stay I put my faith in you, so much faith And then you just threw it away You threw it away
You were finished long before We had even seen the start Why don’t you stand up, be a man about it Fight with your bare hands about it now
“It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know. We all know people who are so much afraid of pain that they shut themselves up like clams in a shell and, giving out nothing, receive nothing and therefore shrink until life is a mere living death.”—
you’re the pill I never wanted to take— an anti-misanthrope mine was the heart I never thought you would break my one hope was that I’d survive you
I’ve shown up for you in ways that boy never would but I know you’ll go back to him and maybe you should, but I hope you don’t go backwards cuz I’m going on ahead and one day you’ll wish that you had stuck with me instead