Everyone has an angel. A guardian that watches over them. But we can’t know what form they’ll take. One day old man, the next day little girl. But don’t let appearances fool you. They can be as fierce as any dragon. Yet they’re not here to fight out battles, but to whisper from our heart, reminding that it’s us, it’s every one of us, that holds the power over the worlds we create. We can deny our angels exist. Convince ourselves they can’t be real. But they show up anyway. In strange places. And at strange times. They can speak through any character we can imagine. They’ll shout through demons if they have to- daring us, challenging us to fight.
The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.
Oscar Wilde (via aquaticwonder)
The world stops,
windows close and
families sway behind
locked doors,
and the sound
of pitter patter
echos and for those
few moments,
only peace can be
breathed
and barely audible
whispers from
Mother Nature
sketched down
on bar stool napkins
and kept in shoe boxes.
Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand.
Kurt Vonnegut (via unejeunedemoiselle)
(Source: gostraskhalana)
Yell at me, cry with me, hit me
with your feelings bemused like
the black hole waiting to consume you,
but don’t let me die here all alone with
the extinguished warmth of your hands,
you must have known I am leaving.You turn your mind on and I shut my eyes off
because the wind keeps drying my…
Do you know where you are; you are standing
in the middle of a washed-out climax in a film
of silence; mouths trace echos longing for voices
and tears are the bombings foreshadowing laughter;
just what is the difference between you and I?Stop and rewind the suspenseful moments
and let the…
Every person worships something, have no doubt about that. We may think our tribute is paid in secret in the dark recesses of our hearts, but it will reveal itself. That which dominates our imaginations and our thoughts will determine our lives, and our character. Therefore, it behooves us to be careful what we worship, for what we are worshiping we are becoming.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via ineedtobelieve)
(Source: middlenameconfused)
