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"I was prepared, but it still hurt."

y-a-h-w-e-h — Wed, 10 Apr 2013 17:41:45 -0400

““I was prepared, but it still hurt.””

- Hiro Fujiwara (via ephemeralnymphe)

"There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favorite."

y-a-h-w-e-h — Wed, 10 Apr 2013 14:07:19 -0400

“There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favorite.”

- Iain Thomas (via bleeding-heartlines)

"I have acid rain in my brain and it’s killing the flowers in my heart."

y-a-h-w-e-h — Wed, 10 Apr 2013 13:47:27 -0400

“I have acid rain in my brain and it’s killing the flowers in my heart.”

- Marianna Paige (via lordofsad)

"Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll..."

y-a-h-w-e-h — Wed, 10 Apr 2013 07:19:17 -0400

“Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.”

- (via myperfectswiftfantasy)

I’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being...

y-a-h-w-e-h — Sat, 06 Apr 2013 22:29:39 -0400

I’m afraid of
a lot of things,
but mostly,
most sincerely,
I am afraid of
being completely
unraveled by you,
and you finding nothing
you want in here.

"You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego. Or..."

y-a-h-w-e-h — Wed, 03 Apr 2013 09:10:44 -0400

“You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego. Or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn’t love her, because you don’t destroy the person that you love.”

- Callie Torres, ‘The Heart of the Matter’ (via hatelyn)

I just want to hear your story. I want to feel the pain of your burdens. I want to know what makes...

y-a-h-w-e-h — Wed, 27 Mar 2013 09:33:53 -0400

I just want to hear your story.

I want to feel the pain of your burdens.

I want to know what makes you smile.

I want to watch you recall bittersweet memories.

How heavy is your heart?

How joyful is your soul?

Even if it’s just for a moment, can I see the person behind the face?

outlined-in-ink: How can I try to fix all the ones who are broken, if the cracks along my heart ...

y-a-h-w-e-h — Sun, 24 Mar 2013 11:05:47 -0400

outlined-in-ink:

How can I try to fix
all the ones who are broken,
if the cracks along my heart
only continue to grow?

tristamateer: please tell me which part of yourself you hate the most so I know exactly where to...

y-a-h-w-e-h — Sun, 24 Mar 2013 10:41:48 -0400

tristamateer:

please
tell me which part of yourself
you hate the most
so I know exactly where to plant my lips
every time I see you

another reminder. the world is heavybut your bones(just a cubic inch)can hold 19,000 lbs ounce for...

y-a-h-w-e-h — Sat, 23 Mar 2013 20:22:12 -0400

another reminder.

the world is heavy
but your bones
(just a cubic inch)
can hold 19,000 lbs

ounce for ounce
they are stronger than steel

atom for atom
you are more precious than diamond

and stars have died
so that you may live

you need to remember these things
when you say that you are weak
and worthless

"I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more..."

y-a-h-w-e-h — Sat, 16 Mar 2013 16:14:38 -0400

““I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She could fade and wither - I didn’t care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.””

- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via catholicschoolprincess)

rodneykong: do you ever just wanna kinda pack up and leave out of the blue without saying anything...

y-a-h-w-e-h — Sun, 03 Mar 2013 10:53:52 -0500

rodneykong:

do you ever just wanna kinda pack up and leave out of the blue without saying anything to anyone like just leave and start a new life thousands of miles away because i think i would love to do that wow

"I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands."

y-a-h-w-e-h — Tue, 26 Feb 2013 22:56:24 -0500

““I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands.””

- Bon Iver (via godmoves)

"You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they..."

y-a-h-w-e-h — Tue, 26 Feb 2013 20:15:10 -0500

“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”

- Oscar Wilde (via withonefootinafairytale)

"If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies,..."

y-a-h-w-e-h — Sat, 23 Feb 2013 08:32:35 -0500

“If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears.”

- Casare Pavese (via wordsthat-speak)

"“Thirty-nine lashes left little flesh intact. He heaves with His breath up and down against the..."

y-a-h-w-e-h — Sat, 23 Feb 2013 00:07:17 -0500

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“Thirty-nine lashes left little flesh intact. He heaves with His breath up and down against the rough vertical beam of the cross. Each breath puts splinters into the lacerations. The Lord gasps. From time to time He screams out with intolerable pain. He tries to pull away from the wood and the massive spokes through His wrist rip into the nerve endings and He screams again with agony and pushes up with His feet to give some relief to His wrists. But the bones and nerves in His pierced feet crush against each other with anguish and He screams again. There is no relief. His throat is raw from screaming and thirst. He loses His breath and thinks He is suffocating, and suddenly His body involuntarily gasps for air and all the injuries unite in pain. In torment, He forgets about the crown of two-inch thorns and throws His head back in desperation, only to hit one of the thorns perpendicular against the cross beam and drive it half an inch into His skull. His voice reaches a soprano pitch of pain and sobs break over His pain-wracked body as every cry brings more and more pain.

Now, I am not thinking about the [seductive image] any more. I am at Calvary. These two images are not compatible. If you will use the muscle of your brain to pursue - violently pursue with the muscle of your mind - images of Christ crucified with the same creative energy that you use to pursue sexual fantasies, you will kill them. But it must start in the first five seconds - and not give up.

Do you fight, rather than only praying and waiting and trying to avoid? It is image against image. It is ruthless, vicious mental warfare, not just prayer and waiting.”

”

- (John Piper)

"The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists..."

y-a-h-w-e-h — Tue, 19 Feb 2013 11:36:05 -0500

“The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.”

- Charles Warnke, “You Should Date An Illiterate Girl” (via okmabelle)

"God sees behind your carefully crafted mask, and He likes what’s there. He likes it better.Forget..."

y-a-h-w-e-h — Sun, 10 Feb 2013 00:24:05 -0500

“God sees behind your carefully crafted mask, and He likes what’s there. He likes it better.
Forget the image. Stop puttin’ on. Leave behind the corpse of propped-up machismo that didn’t fit you anyway.
Bury your religion and embrace the one wild adventure that God calls your life.
You can! — because He did. Time is short. Societal pressure has you losing the baggage around your hips while loading baggage on your heart: so trade one for the other and let yourself out to play.
Set sail for reckless joy, abandoned freedom, a love that expects nothing but to give itself away.
This is who He is: and this is who you are.
Believe: hope: love. This is you.”

- J.S. Park (via jspark3000)

"Directly, or indirectly, everything we write is for someone."

y-a-h-w-e-h — Sun, 10 Feb 2013 00:23:24 -0500

“Directly, or indirectly, everything we write is for someone.”

- WHY IS THIS SO TRUE (via blakebaggott)

"It’s not the load that breaks you down. It’s the way you carry it."

y-a-h-w-e-h — Sat, 02 Feb 2013 07:17:00 -0500

“It’s not the load that breaks you down. It’s the way you carry it.”

- C.S. Lewis (via ectomorrrph)