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No Promises.

“We cannot build the future by avenging the past.”
― T.H. White, The Once and Future King

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And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.

—She was always holding my hand (via everythingyoulovetoohate)

(via cuntented)

Goodnight Call, audio installation by Sophie Barbasch

I collected voicemails from strangers on craigslist using this ad. When you pick up the phone, their messages begin to play.

(Source: thesweetestspit, via therealfredastaire)

humansofnewyork:

"What’s your favorite thing about her?""She still gets giddy when she sees a firefly."

Love this.

humansofnewyork:

"What’s your favorite thing about her?"
"She still gets giddy when she sees a firefly."

Love this.

It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

—Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via penamerican)

(via vikingpenguinbooks)

I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so 
You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption 
because I know to live you must give your life away
And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and 
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here 
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here 
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.

I’m giving up on doing this alone now
Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how
He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there
And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving 
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and 
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here 
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake
I gotta get outta here 
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.

I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave 

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and 
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I’ve gotta get outta here 
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I’ve gotta get outta here 
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging 
You to be my escape.

I fought You for so long
I should have let You in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were You

So were You

She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.

—T.H. White, The Once and Future King

You take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.

—Frida Kahlo, 1946. 

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