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“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.” ~ Maya Angelou
"love is about all the changes you make and not three small words" ~ frank turner

littleapparatus:

it was an accident, falling in love with you. I did not mean to enjoy your voice, your being, as much as I did, as much as I do. the way we fell together, the way we click(ed), it was coincidence. the chances of us were as slim as a hair on my head. but there we were, here we are, in love. we are inexorably, irreversibly tangled, mangled, circling between slicing each other’s flesh and licking the wounds clean. forever, will I love you, forever, we go on. forever we are one.

an accident, I say again, falling for you.
it was an accident, the way I love(d) you.
it was an accident, the way I didn’t.

I am sorry.

(via analyticalangel)


" When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, “Why god? Why me?” and the thundering voice of God answered, There’s just something about you that pisses me off. "
" Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to. "
" But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I’ll get through today. "
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Music for the soul

a-graveyard-of-thoughts:

I hear the angels calling
Calling out my name
As they sing their songs of peace
That all sound the same
Welcoming and beautiful
As they offer me
A one way ticket
To where I can be free
From the memories of my past
And my future fears
Plus of course all the nights
I have filled with tears

(via analyticalangel)


" I hadn’t known that a light could be a feeling and a sound could be a color and a kiss could be both a question and an answer. And that heaven could be the ocean or a person or this moment or something else entirely. "
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the skeleton in your neighbourhood

moderateclimates:

I am the skeleton
who lives in your neighbourhood,
wrapping fingers ‘round flowers,
and dies.

I am the voice
at the edges of phone calls,
those lingering moments
and sighs. 

I am the woman
who drifts on the wind,
reaching out for the sunset
and skies. 

I am the girl
you killed in the bathtub, when you
told her you were nothing
but lies. 

I am the memory
who sits in your dreams,
and whispers sweet words,
and cries.

(via moderateclimates)


" Hey poets, hang in there. Sensitive means you drink the world more like Thor than anything else. Down in a gulp and a shout for another. Nothing is wrong with you. You just work for robots. "
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