And each heart which thus kindly dies, grows deathless by the sacrifice.– Katherine Philips, Friendship’s Mystery, to My Dearest Lucasia
A Shallow Grasp On Things
I want your equanimity. I want your sense of cruelty. I want your judgment every time a tear falls so that I can look just as bored and turn away. I want that carefree self-absorbed righteousness. I want it all, so I can smash it to the ground and beat it till it bleeds. Maybe, just maybe then, the human heart might pant and come out.
Thirst of the world
Somewhere in a room with a window sits a small little girl looking outside at the world, trying to trap the sunlight in her hands and touch the clouds instead of the birds flying by. It’s a waiting game and the window might get hazy from time to time thanks to the sharp strands of rain blurring her frame. Sometimes it’s a storm, muddy and violent that she wishes she could smell and...
Lets do what our moms won’t be proud of - let’s steal some kids.– one of us during the Chicago trip
Everyone needs a hobby.
amazing. peterwknox:noraleah:citizenmichelle: if you have a few minutes watch these videos, this guy is good at life! Rick Mereki on Vimeo (via sugarandfluff)
Bells, Bells, Bells
Let’s spin our story into a nest, Like soft translucent threads of a spider web That no one can see, but it’s always there - Surviving, breathing It floats on the wing of the west wind. It disentangles morsels of freedom like gathering nourishment Away from the prying but careless eyes to keep the nest safe to keep us camouflaged Perennial and beautiful, Till we drown in...
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