something beautiful

June 1
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so many people have sacrificed their lives for me to have a life. and here i am sitting in my room, doing absolutely nothing that is anywhere near that sacrifice.

life is valuable, and it should not be wasted.

May 24
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i’ll be the sun, you be the shining

you be the clock, i’ll be the timing

well i was feeling such a mess i thought you’d leave me behind

well i was feeling so upset i thought the sun never shined

then I found forever

hey hey love

we’ve been best friends forever darling

that’s what’s up

you be the book, i’ll be the binding

you be the words, i’ll be the rhyming

while i was feeling such a wreck i thought i was losing my mind

while i was feeling such a mess i thought the sun never shined

you be the bird, i’ll be the feather

we’ll be the best of friends forever

while i was feeling such a mess i thought you’d leave me behind

while i was feeling such a wreck i thought you’d treat me unkind

forever, come what may

you’ve got my love to lean on darling

all the days

that’s what up//edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros

May 12
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“Grown-ups desperately need to feel safe, and then they project onto the kids. But what none of us seem to realize is how smart kids are. They don’t like what we write for them, what we dish up for them, because it’s vapid, so they’ll go for the hard words, they’ll go for the hard concepts, they’ll go for the stuff where they can learn something, not didactic things, but passionate things.” - maurice sendak as told to The New York Times’ Sarah Lyall in 1993.

“Grown-ups desperately need to feel safe, and then they project onto the kids. But what none of us seem to realize is how smart kids are. They don’t like what we write for them, what we dish up for them, because it’s vapid, so they’ll go for the hard words, they’ll go for the hard concepts, they’ll go for the stuff where they can learn something, not didactic things, but passionate things.”

- maurice sendak as told to The New York Times’ Sarah Lyall in 1993.

May 11
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walking away… && i am starting to feel free and whole again so i am better without you. and you. and you. 

walking away…

&& i am starting to feel free and whole again

so i am better without you. and you. and you. 

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i can’t make you love me if you don’t

you can’t make your heart feel something it won’t

here in the dark, in these final hours

i will lay down my heart and i will feel the power

but you wont, no you wont

morning will come and i will do what’s right

just give me ‘till then to give up this fight

and i will give up this fight

April 22
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“ cheer up, baby, it wasn’t always quite so bad. for every venom that came out, the antidote was had spitting venom//modest mouse
April 18
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 now and then i think of all the times you screwed me over but had me believing it was always something that i’d done  but i don’t wanna live that way reading into every word you say you said that you could let it go and i wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

 now and then i think of all the times you screwed me over

but had me believing it was always something that i’d done 

but i don’t wanna live that way

reading into every word you say

you said that you could let it go

and i wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

April 14
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i kinda love driving in the rain. its not slippery, its soft and smooth and silky! what all roads should be like! [1962 aston martin]

i kinda love driving in the rain. its not slippery, its soft and smooth and silky! what all roads should be like!

[1962 aston martin]

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scatter of water, 

falling slowly, falling fast, falling just the right amount

so generously freeing the dirt left behind by someone else’s mess.

thunderously clapping, steadily beating, being the perfect amount of right

so mundane, yet so special

are they tears? or are they 

refreshed, renewed

there is a defining mood that you seem to captivate. 

April 7
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