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187. Come in, the water's fine.

 I wanted something beautiful.

"I may not have ended up where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be." Douglas Adam

when we become shadows of our wasted youth our souls will become our breath and our eyes will become silhouettes

in some place you havent been on a day you dont remember a man youve never met with hands youll never hold painted stories seldom told of lives we'll never know and cant give back

So today a psychologist said something to me. He said that the majority of people live within a box, and that’s their entire reality. All they see is the inside of the box, and they’re ‘asleep’ to anything else. People that have suffered from some form of mental illness are ‘awake’, because they’ve seen reality outside the box. He said no matter how hard people try to put that person back into the box, they will never fit, because they’ve seen something beyond it all.

"I do want to point out, when you get in your car, when you go forward, what do you do? You put it in ‘D.’ When you want to go back, what do you do? You put it in ‘R.’"
- Obama

When you plant lettuce, if it does not grow well, you don’t blame the lettuce. You look for reasons it is not doing well. It may need fertilizer, or more water, or less sun. You never blame the lettuce. Yet if we have problems with our friends or family, we blame the other person. But if we know how to take care of them, they will grow well, like the lettuce. Blaming has no positive effect at all, nor does trying to persuade using reason and arguments. That is my experience. No blame, no reasoning, no argument, just understanding

I hope you don’t do what’s easy. I hope you do what’s hard.
--Barack Obama

I had not known, before us, that every vein in my body was capable of carrying light, like a river seen from a train makes a channel of sky etch itself deep into a landscape. I had not known that I could be so much more than myself.
--Ali Smith

Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others' faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.
--Rumi

The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
--Virginia Woolf

When one door of happiness closes, another opens,
but often we look so long at the closed door
that we do not see the one that has been opend for us.
-- Hellen Keller --

i wanted to come visit you
waiting in the springtime
when the leaves change
the ground outside is begging for that
newness that surrounds us
as we dance back through the screen door
in the sunlight of mid-April
but its glow won't stop the smiles
that are spreading on our faces
as we fall down on the kitchen floor
and she is laughing about something that she had heard earlier
and i can't help noticing that she is sitting closer to me
than she ever has before.

[1.]
forgive me if i laugh
you are so sure of love
you are so young
and i too old to learn of love.

the rain exploding
in the air is love
the grass excreting her
green wax is love
and stones remembering
past steps is love,
but you. you are too young
for love
and i too old.

once. what does it matter
when or who, i knew
of love.
i fixed my body
under his and went
to sleep in love
all trace of me
was wiped away

forgive me if i smile
young heiress of a naked dream
you are so young
and i too old to learn of love.

[2]
He winds through the party like wind, one of the just
who live alone in black and white, bewildered

by the eden of his body. (You, you talk like winter
rain.) He's the meaning of almost-morning walking home

at five A.M., the difference a night makes
turning over into day, simple birds staking claims

on no sleep. Whatever they call those particular birds.
He's the age of sensibility at seventeen, he isn't worth

the time of afternoon it takes to write this down.
He's the friend that lightning makes, raking

the naked tree, thunder that waits for weeks to arrive;
he's the certainty of torrents in September, harvest time

and powerlines down for miles. He doesn't even know
his name. In his body he's one with air, white as a sky

rinsed with rain. It's cold there, it's hard to breathe,
and drowning is somewhere to be after a month of drought.

1. Ballad - Sonia Sanchez 2. A Muse - Reginald Shepherd

186. and so it goes.

it's been almost a year since my last post. life's insanely busy, and insanely amazing.

"‘People where you live," the little prince said, "grow five thousand roses in one garden… yet they don’t find what they’re looking for…"
"They don’t find it," I answered.
"And yet what they’re looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water…"
"Of course," I answered.
And the little prince added, "But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.’"

I think about the hands I’ve held, the places I’ve seen, that vast lands whose dirt is caked on the bottom of my shoes. The world has changed me.

185. you consume me.

You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself

They say that dreams are only real as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?

Now did you catch that look in his eye?
It should have made you think this, that he can take us to the sky.
All I hear if I would have went the same road too
maybe I'd have stories to tell you.
I'll find mine, thats the difference of me and you.

"You know what music is? God's little reminder that there's
something else besides us in this universe; a harmonic
connection between all living beings, everywhere, even the stars."

Like a ton of bricks it hits before she finishes her sentence.
As the predicate predicts, a swift ending to her presence.

In the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking, people hearing without
listening, people writing songs that voices never share.
And no one dared disturb the sound of silence

All my life, I always wanted to be
somebody. Now I see that I should
have been more specific.
+ + Jane Wagner

I've been trying to write this letter for a while now, the kind you said you'd never received. The kind I've been working on my whole life. I remember being 13 years old, sitting in my room all night, listening to the same song over and over. I thought that if I could write something beautiful, something honest, I could make someone love me. I've taken a lot for granted. I've never tried too hard; always avoided responsibility. I came here because I was running away, cause I wanted to be alone. Instead I met you and you weren't taking anything for granted. I hope you get all the moments you deserve. I hope you go back to NY and sit in the met in the room with the painting of the Hudson river, and I hope when you do, you take Lucy with you cause I know she'd love it. I'm sorry if I've made your life complicated. I'm sorry for a lot of things, but most of all that I never got the chance to tell you that, no matter what happens next, I'll never be anything but grateful for every moment I spent with you. And even though I keep fumbling for the right words, all I really wanted to say was thank you.
( In The Land Of Women )

"Sometimes we speak out to try to change the world, and other times we speak out to try to keep the world from changing us."
Elie Weisel

"We can do no great things, just small things with great love. It is not how much you do, but how much love you put into doing it."
-Mother Teresa

"Preach the gospel always. And when necessary, use words."
-Francisian Slogan

"Following Jesus is simple, but not easy. Love until it hurts, then love more."
-Mother Teresa

The best thing to do with the best things in life is to give them away.

"There is enough for everyone's need, but there is not enough for everyone's greed."
-Ghandi

1. And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key. And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me.
And even though there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because I gotta get outta here. I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake. I gotta get outta here.
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.

2. I am a hostage to my own humanity.
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made,
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me.
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave.

3. I fought You for so long. I should have let You in. Oh, how we regret those things we do. And all I was trying to do was save my own skin. But so were You.

her0in_chic / acid__quotes / zeradiostar / breedh

1-3. relient k - be my escape

184. tell me you'll stay.

just got home from summer trip. i haven't updated in a very, very long time.

These are the moments in your life that make you,
that set the course of who you're gunna be.
Sometimes they are little, subtle moments.
Sometimes they're not. I'll show you what I mean

There's so many roads, go to sleep for awhile,
I'll wake you up in three thousand miles.

I can do anything,
if you want me here and I can fix anything, if you'll let me near.
Where are those secrets now that you're too scared to tell.
I whisper them all aloud so you can hear yourself.

I’m here not because I am supposed to be here,
or because I’m trapped here,
but because I’d rather be with you than anywhere else in the world.

It's the quiet night that breaks me. I cannot stand the sight of this familiar place. It’s the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen paper cuts that only I can trace.

You crawled into my bed like some sort of giant insect, and I found myself spellbound that night at the sight of you there-beautiful and grotesque. All the rest of you fluttering your way into my mouth, behind my teeth, reaching for my scars

Sometimes we're forced to bend the truth, transform it, cause we're faced with things that are not of our own making. And sometimes things simply catch up to us

1. Don't you see, don't you see, that the charade is over?
And all the "Best Deceptions" and "Clever Cover Story" awards go to you.
So kiss me hard 'cause this will be the last time that I let you.
You will be back someday and this awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips will be of service to keeping you away.

2. I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers,
I'll be all right when my hands get warm.Ignoring the phone,
I'd rather say nothing. I'd rather you'd never heard my voice.
You're calling too late too late to be gracious you do not warrant long goodbyes.

3. I can see the pain in you. I can see the love in you. But fighting all the demons will take time. It will take time.

4. The angels they burn inside for us. Are we ever, are we ever gonna learn to fly? The devils, they burn inside of us. Are we ever gonna come back down?

5. When this began, I had nothing to say and I get lost in the nothingness inside of me. I was confused. And I let it all out to find that I'm not the only person with these things in mind. But all the vacancy of the words revealed is the only real thing I've got left to feel. I'm just stuck, hollow and alone. And the fault is all my own, the fault is all my own.

6. I follow the night, can't stand the light. When will I begin to live again?
One day I'll fly away, leave all this to yesterday? What more could your love do for me? When will love be through with me? Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends?

7. We could pack up and leave all our things behind.
No fact or fiction or storyline.
'Cause I need you more than just for tonight.
You're all I care, I can't stop my breathing in.
I'm weak and you were my medicine.
I won't stop until I am under your skin.

8. Well here we go, my big plans
to build up this fortress into the clouds.
It's made up of my love
And my heart and my blood.
We'll make it out.

9. Lay your head down just for now.
Space fills your mind and you dream awhile.
The sun floods your room as you drown.
Your lungs full of breathing.
One more time to say I love you always
and keeping faith, letting love find a way.

10. Move, let the stars suck you in.
Hold tight, the night's air, and breathe again.
Let go and be burnt by the moon.
Your hands full of feeling, your true love, Believe.

acid__quotes / thetugboatcomplex / her0in_chic / arielrae

1&2. dashboard confessional - the best deceptions 3&4. dishwalla - angels or devils 5.  linkin park - somewhere i belong 6. moulin rouge soundtrack - one day i'll fly away 7. boys like girls - five minutes to midnight 8. blessthefall - could tell a love 9. the used - find a way

183. i'm learning.

Education is the power to think clearly, the power to act well in the worlds work, and the power to appreciate life.
--Brigham Young

Book lovers will understand me, and they will know too that part of the pleasure of a library lies in its very existence.
--Jan Morris

"maybe there’s no reason to any of this, maybe it’s beautiful simply to exist.."

"There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality." — Pablo Picasso

The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it’s only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles, wood rots. People, well, they die. Chuck Palahniuk

i watch the shadows lace across my shoes. i cut the world in chords making melodies from words and i'm confused again

we are celebrating transcedental
consciousness. the beauty of the universe.
and the beauty of being.
freedom to love where we live
to live only with whom those that we love
and by whom we are loved in return.

in time we're all gonna show our age, like colored birds in
a dusty cage, and the emptiness from which we came, will
strip us from our father's names. and there's nothing lost,
and nothing gained, there's nothing different, and nothing's the
same, but while our hearts will stop and start, two eyes greet the
day, we'll pay the price we're taught to pay when all the tears run
down your face and all that's left is the pressure under grace,
will you arm your self with a cold metal skin, so no one gets out,
and no one gets in.

well, here we are with burning skin where we've always been
and we all collide in the rising tide then weather in the wind
we live our lives like hands are tied and dead in days of dreaming
embrace the race of every days but forsake the feeling
are we killing time while these days unwind? we can't see past
our own sad stories and wonder what we're missing
we can't see past our own sad stories and forget how to listen.
but did there ever come a time when things weren't so defined?
we've given new names to our hopes and our pain but love just
gets harder to find. we wrestle with what we think we should say
and hang ourselves out in the air but most of the time i think
you'll find the world's just pretending to care. and it's a crying
shame how we get so trained. we can't see past our own sad
stories.

you say life is a dream where we can't say what we
mean. maybe just some roadside scene that we're
driving past. there's no telling where we'll be in a day
or in a week and there's promises of peace of of
happiness. well is this why you cling to every little thing
and polverize and derrange all your senses. maybe life is
a song but you're scared to sing alone until the very ending.
oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know
ideas that strengthen who we've been. it's time to cut ties
that won't ever free our minds from chains and shackles
that they're in...well life is a dream 'cause we're all walking
in our sleep. you could see us stand in lines like we're
dead upon our feet and we build our house of cards and then
we wait for it to fall. always forget how strange it is just
be alive at all.

i don't remember where all this got started now
this fear inside of losing all control. it comes on like
the silent night, then builds to a little blow and slowly
makes my poor heart feel so. and i'm always holding on to
things either here and then gone. oh, but now that i can
see how things are changing i guess it's high time that
i was moving on. i don't remember where all this was going
now the days get closer and we get farther apart but its hard
to wake from these beds we make all on our own. it's
easier just to keep living in the dark.

"love without courage and wisdom is sentimentality, as with the ordinary church memeber. courage without love and wisdom is foolhardiness, as with the ordinary soldier. wisdom without love and courage is cowardice, as with the ordinary intellectual. but the one who has love, courage, and wisdom moves the world."
-ammon hennacy

"at first i went on mission trips to 'take the good news to poor people.' then i discovered they brought the good news to me."
-shane claiborne

her0in_chic / undercoverXXlove / zeradiostar / cliche_catastrophe