December 2010
42 posts
Sigur Rós - Untitled three
“I suppose that since most of our hurts come through relationships, so will our...”
– william p. young
what I've learned
1. no one can have a power over you, unless you let them. you may feel hurt or angry by a person, but you can realize that they chose to act that way, and you can still choose to react however you would like.
2. I am not the source of my success or strength, God simply is.
3. Stress is not terrible for you. It’s a form of stimulation. It’s about directing the stress and making it a...
“all human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.”
– simple concept, but judging by other people’s actions and words, many latently believe this to be debatable. it’s disheartening.
“I think I’ve always been half out of my shell and half in. Sometimes I can...”
– emile dreamy hirsch
“The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset...”
– Lost in Translation
you made me whole
oh, precious is the flow that makes me white as snow.
we know your heart so very well
Koko Kaina- Just You and Me
where we can...
tweexcore: You know what we need, actually, →
it’s not another pseudo renovation, gentrification, political gossip technology outlet, social media, up and coming anything. What we need is something to remind us how and why to be alive. What we need is something worth fighting for, and to fight for it. What we need is not a hundred…
Sigur Rós - Svefn-G-Englar (Sleeping Angel)
Wild Nothing- Golden Haze
Sufjan Stevens- Free Man in Paris (Joni Mitchell...
As she paced to and fro, she could not focus. The deep violet trees droned vintage jukebox blues, the jagged petals cracked the delicate pavement. One foot in front of the other, she stared at the cracked gravel. A miniscule tulip with a striking color, resembling the honey summer dress she wore in January, poked out beneath the debris. She was like that one tree that grew in Brooklyn....
sweetest thing
your will is perfect
may I abide in it forever.
The Honey Trees - It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
so long, my honey. goodbye, my dear.
Broken, and so we must Love where we cannot trust, Trust where we cannot know, And must await the wayward-coming grace That joins living and dead, Taking us where we would not go— Into the boundless dark. When what was made has been unmade The Maker comes to do His work. — Wendell Berry, A Timbered Choir
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