Matthew 17:20 (Taken with instagram)
i helped you
you killed me
i fought for you
you held me back
i loved you
you hated me
its not one’s hand you need to see but it was is done with those hands that is seen.
(via vichhika)
A Blog From The Thoughts Of A Mild Tempered Man: Religion
This place smells like death
the minster man said
as he put down his mortar
and pestle.
The judge raised his head
and smiled a small smile,
as he picked up his wig
and his gavel.
The priest ground his herbs
in the small bowl of stone,
and the shame
and the guilt,
…
I hate feeling like who I am is keeping the person I’m meant to be with away from me.
I can easily see myself committing my life to someone, but I can’t really picture anyone wanting to commit themselves to me in return…exactly how i feel
(Source: bifuriouslyplaid)
be brave and never quit
(Source: bbysarz)
Uta Barth, from Nowhere Near and Field series
illustration by Alex Cherry found on vectroave
(via breathlessawakening)
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
(Source: askios)
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.The stars are not wanted now: put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
(Source: arcticgrey)
brooding
Keep away from those who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you believe that you too can become great.
Mark Twain (via jesuisperdu)
amen
untitled, adam fuss
