Objects in the mirror are too far away to keep staring at them.
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I have wings.
I know I do.
But these wings are stuck.
I should be up in the clouds.
Its where I belong.
What would it take for these wings to flap.
Whispers of greatness
secrets of hope
Was that a beat of a wing?
Look at your sky.
Let your heart bleed of victory.
Beat. Beat. Beat.
Where are your feet?
Above Solid ground.
Walk on faith.
you still expected her to wait for you,
to wait beneath the mountain of sadness you built on top of her,
to wait on top of the foundation of haphazard lies and fingers spread so far apart that you could hold two hands at once.
But you got to fill beds and arms and hearts,
you expected her to wait.
You expected her to hold her hands out in front of her, empty. Until you came.
While you filled your mouth with
names you can’t even remember.
You thought she’d still be there when you came back,
when you were lonely, and empty,
you needed her weight.
You didn’t expect her to be gone."
Anonymous said: why are you so obsessed with the bible
The same reason I’m obsessed with drinking water and breathing oxygen.
“I shall be telling you all the time,” said Aslan. “But I will not tell you how long or short the way will be; only that it lies across a river. But do not fear that, for I am the great Bridge Builder."