petitefleuriste:

To not forget who God is

derangedrhythms:

ALT

Sophie Mackintosh, from ‘Cursed Bread’

djglory:

nothing feels better than seeing results after you promised yourself you would do something and you get it done

kafk-a:

redrola:

the-youthclub:

apoemaday:

by Wislawa Szymborska

Out of a hundred people

those who always know better
–fifty-two

doubting every step
–nearly all the rest,

glad to lend a hand
if it doesn’t take too long
–as high as forty-nine,

always good
because they can’t be otherwise
–four, well maybe five,

able to admire without envy
–eighteen,

suffering illusions
induced by fleeting youth
–sixty, give or take a few,

not to be taken lightly
–forty and four,

living in constant fear
of someone or something
–seventy-seven,

capable of happiness
–twenty-something tops,

harmless singly, savage in crowds
–half at least,

cruel
when forced by circumstances
–better not to know
even ballpark figures,

wise after the fact
–just a couple more
than wise before it,

taking only things from life
–thirty
(I wish I were wrong),

hunched in pain,
no flashlight in the dark
–eighty-three
sooner or later,

righteous
–thirty-five, which is a lot,

righteous
and understanding
–three,

worthy of compassion
–ninety-nine,

mortal
–a hundred out of a hundred.

skovenshemmeligheder:

All Quiet On The Frontal Lobe

I dreamt about somewhere I could see the stars last night, from my balcony, only the skyline is visible. Sirius, Orion, the cusp of Scorpio.

I had realized the lectures, mountain of debt, lost time with family and friends, silly mnemonic devices, endless hours stuck working in a job I hated. They were not for me. They are for the mothers who carry their sick babies on their backs all the way to the hospital for help. My degree is for them.

ruhlare:

the intimacy of sharing old memories with someone new. check out the places i visited before i met you. i wish you were with me. maybe we can visit them together and create new memories? look at the pictures of the sky i took before we met. now you share the same view with my past self. look at the photos of my childhood and let me look at yours. have your facial features changed? your smile stayed the same, and i love it. look at my right cheek, i have the same birthmark as my grandmother. this is the child in me that you are healing with your affection. i am glad we met. all these years i was without you but now you know about all those years and even help me to grow. your love took roots in my past pain, and reaches out to my future happiness. please don’t stop smiling.

juliaxyn:

I’m bad with words, i hope you’re good in reading eyes.

Source: Art is ours

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