ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
even if the sky was going to fall, he'd believe he could support it. but the him now﹖ he realised something alarming ﹕ he no longer believed.
ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
you touch me and suddenly i feel a little less war torn. i'm not sure what peace is supposed to feel like, but i think it may feel a lot like you.
ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝓮
˜”*°•.˜”*°• Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies. •°*”˜.•°*”˜
Pҽɾϝσɾɱҽɾ | Vαɱριɾҽ | Wιƚƈԋ
ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
⠀ ㅤ ⠀ ㅤ 《 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆 𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖆 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖗 》
ㅤ ⠀ ㅤ ㅤ ⠀ ㅤ ㅤ ⠀ ㅤ𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐚. 1561
ㅤ ㅤ ⠀ ㅤ ㅤ°•. 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 .•°
ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
you were the brightest shade of sun i had ever seen, your skin was gilded with the gold of the richest kings, and like the dawn you woke the world inside of me.
ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.
ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
the culmination of love is grief. and yet we love despite the inevitable, we open our hearts to it.
ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
so, a heart could shatter.
so, the shattering of a heart could have a sound.
what does that sound like?
like the sound of the sky collapsing, thunderous and deafening.
ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
you love him, you do, and here's the miracle : he loves you too. ..and here's the tragedy : it's not enough.
ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
but i do feel strange— almost unearthly. i'll never get used to being alive. it's a mystery. always startled to find i've survived.
ᎬᎠᏒᎥᏞᎾᏒ ᎪᏞᎪᏆᎪᎳᎬᏁ retweeted
ghosts are hardly people. echoes of memories, really. are you still trying to bury yourself?


















