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Made Too Pretty
As Cities Burn
I think we were made too pretty.
We’re caught up in a stare we cannot break.
We know nothing changes too slowly.
Someday we might come down,
but who’s to really say?
instant reblog. we’re caught up in our depravity.
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“Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.”
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Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
- it’s a quotey day -
“I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world.”
—Lemony Snicket y’all
“We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.”
—C.S. Lewis
I Can't Make You Love Me/Nick Of Time
Bon Iver
“I Can’t Make You Love Me/Nick of Time” (studio verson)
by Bon Iver
Originally by Bonnie Raitt
he makes heartbreak sound beautiful, y’all.
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'till we have faces.
“i know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the Answer. before your face, questions die away. what other Answer would suffice?”
{c.s. lewis.}
