natural-imperfections:

I’m the kind of girlfriend that will push you away when I’m upset, hoping that you’ll cling to me even more. The type that appreciates the little things, such as writing me a short letter and dropping it in my bag to find later, versus buying me expensive gifts. Being able to act like plum fools…

Yes.

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Read a paper or watch the news. STUPID. He was the Supreme Leader of N. Korea, until he died.

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Read a paper or watch the news. STUPID. He was the Supreme Leader of N. Korea, until he died.

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Seasons.

Love is like the seasons. It comes in swift like the summer; heat so heavy all you can do is bask in the glory of it… then comes the Autumn weather, seems like things that were once so vibrant, suddenly begin to loose their zest. but you hang on to the beauty of the colors that change and see the mystery of the colors all around. Then comes winter. Cold. Lifeless. Barren. There are no flowers blooming, no cones falling from branches above, and all seems lost. Sometimes it lasts longer than you can bare. Then, one day you arise to the medley of sparrows nurturing their young, and peek out of your pane, still clinging to the warmth and safety of your comforter, and you see the first sign of hope… a bulb, albeit small and seems insignificant, not even yet a bud. It’s the first sign of spring. Hope is yet around the corner. 
Love is sometimes a choice. When love isn’t all warm and cozy, push on, because soon enough the seasons change and you’ll more than be rewarded :)

Like an Ocean

poeticallyundead:

I am enticed,
lured,
caught on a hook and
bleeding.

Seven little seconds slip by
and I writhe inside,
moving up my back
like an ocean.

You look so pretty, 
glazed eyes,
staring
not twitching.

You’re not twitching,
not anymore.

Love is a placeholder
for something better
that I never
understood.

I’ve never seen
a body like this before,
but it still looks
like you.

I am enticed,
turning,
caught with a look and
grieving.

by warriorfeathers

Beautifully orchestrated.

Come, don’t go.

Come.

Come on and embrace me already. 

I’ve been waiting for your arms;

searching for the cuts in your musculature

and longing for the fragrance of your nape

where I may nestle my frigid nasal kisses 

there I may breathe and let you take me

take me to where hours are just moments,

and moments are just wisps in the night sky.

Take me to where the warmth of covers hides 

everything that lies between us… 

Go. 

Except don’t ever go. 

never leave my side. 

stay with me always.

It is you that I have searched

and you I have found.

I long for you when, the space

between my bossom and covers

is filled with carbon dioxide and oxygen;

to feel your rough stems reaching around

the curves of my hips,

as vines around overgrown roots 

but alas, the frigid atmosphere shall be my companion,

at least for a while more… 

Love … ‘Quitted.

Their story is utterly antiquated;

Love so true and pure.

The mutual ignorance unmitigated.

See there is fire in her eyes

Passion is her cloak,

But he can’t see what she hides;

The same fire is alive in his heart,

His eyes arrest the sentiment within,

Which has grown from the start.

Yet still, he wonders if she will have him,

all the while, she the same.

Longing aches from root to stem.

Two unlikely, yet perfect lovers,

she, waiting for it to click;

and he, afraid to uncover …

To unveil the insecurity of being lovesick.

Fear of rejection sets in.

While tranquility fronts

Inside, heads and hearts spin.

Their Souls’ desire knows,

Eager angst itches beneath their skin.

What will come of this love hidden and requited,

will his eyes see her waiting,

or will affections be acquitted?

She wonders if she ruined her chance 

her one shot at love in this life,

and she never even got a glance.

and this is what has ruined fb … immature 13 year olds.

and this is what has ruined fb … immature 13 year olds.

Favor.

Why is it okay when someone says “Hey, you did a great job!” for one to say “Oh, thanks, I tried my best” but it’s offensive when you say “That’s the favor.” Favor does not imply perfection, but simply that, FAVOR. Give honor where honor is due. Try as we may, all of our hard work is nothing with out God’s favor. So, yes, I’m going to give credit to His Favor, not my own goodness when I do well. Thank you.

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scaryface:
Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
4 minutes later:The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
6 minutes:A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
10 minutes:A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.
45 minutes:The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
1 hour:He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.
*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
*Do we stop to appreciate it?
The questions raised:
*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made…
How many other things are we missing?
Following this blog will be the best thing you ever do

this is deep, man

Notice how the children noticed? They catch on to beauty and true art when adults blissfully ignore it to carry on with mundane life…

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daily-tumbles:

scaryface:

Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.

45 minutes:
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.

*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?

*Do we stop to appreciate it?

The questions raised:

*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made…

How many other things are we missing?

Following this blog will be the best thing you ever do

this is deep, man

Notice how the children noticed? They catch on to beauty and true art when adults blissfully ignore it to carry on with mundane life…

(Source: Washington Post, via point-of-inception)

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