Everytime I shut my eyes, it’s always the same.

Everytime I shut my eyes, it’s always the same.


Song for Mom
Aubree Legg
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Mother, you have carried me

through tidal waves and stormy days

oh and your wisdom comes so naturally

and everyone knows you’re sweeter than tea

Mother, your spirit shows

through everything you do

you taught me to seek the Lord

and that’s why I love you


Like faithful oxen through the chalk,
With dragging tails of history walk.
Soon confuse the compass and the cross.
Carefully and cursively we fill our travelling diaries with loss.

Beneath an angry Bible flood,
Did you and I first learn to love.
In my father’s car we came to know.
And shivered in our painted clothes and paired like every animal below.

As heavy as a history book can be,
I will carry it with me, oh Lord.
And maybe when the bitterness has gone,
There’ll be sweetness on our tongues once more.

Barefoot in a rowing boat,
You lose your shoes and freeze your toes.
And say I wear my sorrow like a crown.
And throw your arms around my head, and see it there in gold and red and brown.

As heavy as a history book can be,
I will carry it with me, oh Lord.
And maybe when the bitterness has gone,
There’ll be sweetness on our tongues once more.

We’ll soon forget our parents’ names,
Like dogs will drive the wolves away.
And weep with fingertips opposed,
Like a church where nobody congregates.

But sweetness sings in the pasture,
We throw ourselves on the mercy of the earth.
If sand and salt have the answer,
Then the act itself will be louder than the word.

And I’ll be on your side.

History Book, Dry the River

Oh God, I wonder who else was born in Eagleton — Voldemort, probably.
Leslie Knope, Parks and Recreation (via psimhealing)

The expressive aspect of art, its emotional dimension, assumed paramount importance, especially in music and poetry, and it became almost a truism to say that all art is primarily expressive, and the more so the more inspired its origins. The view arose that all inspiration is good, and all musical and poetic works are equally worthwhile because they are “inspired.” The distinction between inspiration and truth became lost, and it remains so, the victim of the relativism that must attend all purely individual expressions of feeling. Art based on mere inspiration, therefore, or art which is pure venting, loses itself among the lures of particular phenomena. It differs from true art, which seeks for the universal, the archetypal: true art is “of the whole”. “To produce in beauty,” says Maritain, “the artist must be in love with beauty. Such undeviating love is a supra-artistic rule - a precondition, not sufficient as to the ways of making, yet necessary as to the vital animation of art- which is presupposed by all the rules of art.
Ignacio Gotz

When someone is really nice to me...

Me: do you like me or something
Me: do you feel bad for me
Me: what's the ulterior motive
Me: like a secret evil plot
Me: WHAT ARE YOU UP TO

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All of a sudden I didn’t fit in anywhere. Not at school, not at home… and every time I turned around, another person I’d known forever felt like a stranger to me. Even I felt like a stranger to me.
Wendelin Van Draanen
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lizzywolfswood:

Little Traveler Mouse on Etsy. x

lizzywolfswood:

Little Traveler Mouse on Etsy. x

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kingjackalope:

Venetian Harpy, a wonderful sculpture by Forest Rogers

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If I was a rock.

If I was a rock.

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