December 2011
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I wonder if perfectly fine, Northern-sounding...
HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLLOWERS! :*
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Happy New Year's Eve everybody (:
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Huh. Seems my comments on the idiocy of my fellow...
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My verdict has come in. It says I’m guilty of my sins this time.
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Bacon for breakfast. Pulled Pork for lunch....
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It comes in pints?
Myth must be kept alive. The people who can keep it alive are artists of one...
– Joseph Campbell (via theoldlie)
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We go blind when we’ve needed to see.
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I sometimes consider changing my name to Jim...
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I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you,...
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via saddest-summer)
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There is a disturbance in my heart.
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For these are mine, sure. As I am theirs. We are round, and roll as we do. And...
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A strange feeling: to have a car window roll down...
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My aunt, the woman who was like a second mom to my...
goodnight ♥
Night night (:
theimaginationofmine:
…this is the best part. everyone but mine gone. draped upon each other. we are so close and fit into one another. am listening to the sounds of their laughs. little voices and lessons. when mine are happy..there is nothing better. my beasts are loved more than any other beasts ever. yup.
Indeed.
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All lives have bearings on other’s lives.
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Through many dangers, toils, and snares I have already come.
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Old poetry - Rahab
Children aflame, all of our fates opened, poured out in tumult and noise. Great trouble and anguish has come upon us. All help is empty and worthless.
One light before our faces, reflecting in our eyes, we cry to a deafened god- praying to bring back the dark.
Oh world. Ah Eastern sky.
We would embrace the Lion and Lioness, the Adder and the Flying Fiery Serpent for one second’s...
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My questions are more true than your answers. No...
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Darkness has a hunger that’s insatiable. And lightness has a call...
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Old poetry - Asena
On the naked, ragged, edge you find me Is this love? We share the sudden friendship of the nurse and the nursed
And in this holy dark in this insulation of your care I come to a healing, a new spring
Beautiful in play scattered among the song and new life of this forest
We become one Entwined
And this devotion to one another our children will bear forth setting the world aflame
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