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Oct 2015 · 253
what He came here for
M Oct 2015
I'm fine, I'm happy, and I'm well.
I'm not concerned because in the core
of my soul, I know
the only thing telling me I'm worthless
is the lowest, most broken creature in hell
and, frankly, I could care less
about what Satan has to tell
me about my own meaninglessness
when he's already lost the battle and the war
and, well, God won what He came here for.
Oct 2015 · 185
Untitled
M Oct 2015
I scan my past and find nuggets and cold gems
of things I didn't see while they were there
but now, because I didn't pluck them up and keep them
for myself when they happened initially-
my history now looks like a glittering treasure.
reliving a lot of deep, far off memories and realizing who I was at different moments in my life and crucial turning points as I grew up. There is beauty in hindsight- even though and maybe because I didn't take things to be valuable or meaningful at the time, it all together makes a meaningful picture of who I am now. The path has not been landmarks for the sake of themselves- I missed those- but from above and beyond I see the road for all that it was and all the twists and turns I took to get here.
Oct 2015 · 166
Untitled
M Oct 2015
It hurts to grow up. But it's a hell of a ride
and it's sure as hell worth the fear at the top of the roller coaster
for the peace at the bottom. The thrill and gladness
that, having done it, it's over, and we can laugh about it-
that's why we ride. Not for the thing itself.
We're all in love with our own ability to make memories.
Oct 2015 · 310
uphill from here
M Oct 2015
I don't know how to explain the ache in my chest
I don't have words for a chronic emptiness, not numbness
but a keen awareness that the gap is there- I don't
have words. I'm all out of them. Pain, I think, suddenly
more than there has been, (it comes in waves),
but I was absolutely right that one drive
when I told myself this is the worst it will ever feel
and by God, it's only uphill from here.
M Oct 2015
even when it hurts, you have to pick yourself up and continue on.
Oct 2015 · 260
Untitled
M Oct 2015
right and easy have never been the same thing.
thoughts from English
Oct 2015 · 161
quotes
M Oct 2015
"Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free."

"There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors."
both from Jim Morrison. Not mine
Oct 2015 · 187
Untitled
M Oct 2015
everybody is so **** tired. We all just
need to get some rest.
Oct 2015 · 356
a lilac sky
M Oct 2015
I might not be good enough for you anymore
and frankly, thank God.
Oct 2015 · 238
lyrics
M Oct 2015
All I am is the bones you made for me
So garishly clean
White as the horses, they carry me away
No my demons, you said, come and go with a haze
Minds will too play
Grow old in my ways
Oh, just like you do.

Oh there ain't no diamonds in the boredom
Oh there ain't no darkness that I fear
Oh there ain't no way to say I love you more, no
So be clear, just to be clear
So be clear, be clear.

All I am is the bones you made for me
Just driftwood for the sea
Heavy as the horses, that carry me away.
That carry me away.

Oh there ain't no diamonds in the boredom
Oh there ain't no darkness that I fear
Oh there ain't no way to say I love you more
So be clear, be clear
Oh there ain't no diamonds in the boredom
Oh oh oh ain't no darkness that I fear
Oh oh oh ain't no way to say I love you more
So be clear, just to be clear
So be clear, be clear.

Oh there ain't no diamonds in the boredom
No there ain't no darkness that I fear
Oh there ain't no way to say I love you more
So be clear, be clear.
diamonds by ben howard
Oct 2015 · 212
lyrics
M Oct 2015
How many nights does it take to count the stars?
That's the time it would take to fix my heart.
from Infinity by 1D. not mine. very dramatic and soulful chorus. thinking about how we're all broken people.
Oct 2015 · 213
John 16:33
M Oct 2015
I have told you these things that in me you will have peace. In this world you will have many sufferings. But take heart; I have conquered the world.
Oct 2015 · 206
Untitled
M Oct 2015
I care that you're excited and I care when you're thoughtful
and I care when you're sad and lost, I care when you feel unloved
and I am so, so sorry that I told you I don't care
because what I didn't care about was the temperature in a town
I've never been to- what I do care about is you.
and whether or not you're happy, here and now and in this room.
I'm happy that you're happy and I'm sad that you're sad
and I'm ever so sorry. I love you. I love Steamboat as much as I can.
a bit of humor in the last line but it's true.
Oct 2015 · 368
glad
M Oct 2015
I am glad you sat down and thought about it
because I did too, and I know that
things happen and slip out accidentally and people grow up
and mistakes are made and forgiven and forgotten
and the sun hasn't shone in three days, and I know you are more than that
but I think I wanted you to realize how much you are
and how much you are worth- so that neither of us lose our muchness.
I think we're both growing up very quickly and with every day
and we both see the depths and breaking waves in each other
so I am very glad, very glad indeed, that things happen how they do
and things are said how they are, even if they are wrong,
mistaken- I am glad we can look at our mistakes and move on, and
because of the flaws, see that we are far greater than here and now
and our fallen understanding of the world- glad that you know
you are not just sentences and I could remind you of that, that
some things people say can prompt a self-analysis that reminds us
that we're good and healthy and strong and worthy- that we are,
quite literally, more than enough; that someone's words that begin
making you feel not enough can teach you to stand up, and say "No!"
That we know ourselves well enough to deny and refute the things
assumed about us, that we take it to heart and at last don't get hurt
because we know who we are too well for that. That we can
rise and overcome and grow with every moment. Together.
Thank you. And I'm glad I have you.
Oct 2015 · 276
mine
M Oct 2015
people have a right to feel however they want
because feelings, in the end, don't matter in themselves.
It's what you do, what you say, and who you become
that matters. I can feel however I want because that
sure as hell isn't going to change the way I act
and it is an intrusion and a violation to prohibit
one feeling or the other when a feeling isn't expressed,
if it isn't affecting the external world. If I am not putting it out
for you to see, it is not yours to tamper or condemn.
If it is not changing others' lives for better or for worse
then it's not anyone's **** business how I feel.
It is mine, it is mine, it is mine, it is mine, it is mine
until I give it to you, it is not yours. It is mine.
Oct 2015 · 236
Untitled
M Oct 2015
I have a right to feel however I want.
Oct 2015 · 1.6k
whatever souls are made of
M Oct 2015
whatever souls are made of, I'd love to watch them
in their bare bones and swirls of color
darken, burn, and mold together
rather than just our faces. I'd like to sit
and observe each orb of love and hatred,
some consumed and lost to apathy, some bright
one way or the other, I'd love to see what happens
every time I meet someone new, every time
I lose someone old. I'd love to watch my heart flicker
and to know for sure the right or wrong by the
light I show the world- I'd love to see it, pure,
so that it's no longer a war of lies and masks and faces
I'd love to hold the raw, stinging, spitting essence
of someone close to me, so they can't deny it anymore
and I can't deny it anymore- the world would be good,
I swear, if we'd all just let go and open our doors
(although I'd like to see yours- I don't know if I could.)
the fundamental problem of vulnerability is that we don't want to give our own. We all want everyone to tell the truth except for us- because we're so afraid that we want to see the whole picture and not risk our own selves. So in the end, there is no truth because everyone's soul is locked away out of fear.
Oct 2015 · 424
Untitled
M Oct 2015
“You want to write something that can feel like a memory, that, five or ten years from now, the reader might wonder if this was something they lived or something they read.”
Yes, but we also want to write so that something can feel like a memory, that now, we can look back and pretend it was five or ten years from now and wonder if you ever really lived it or if it was just something you read.
initial quote by stephen graham jones.
Oct 2015 · 400
John 8:31-47
M Oct 2015
To the Jews who had believed him, Jesus said, “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”

They answered him, “We are Abraham’s descendants and have never been slaves of anyone. How can you say that we shall be set free?”

Jesus replied, “Very truly I tell you, everyone who sins is a slave to sin. Now a slave has no permanent place in the family, but a son belongs to it forever. So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed. I know that you are Abraham’s descendants. Yet you are looking for a way to **** me, because you have no room for my word. I am telling you what I have seen in the Father’s presence, and you are doing what you have heard from your father."

"Abraham is our father,” they answered.

“If you were Abraham’s children,” said Jesus, “then you would[c] do what Abraham did. As it is, you are looking for a way to **** me, a man who has told you the truth that I heard from God. Abraham did not do such things. You are doing the works of your own father.”

“We are not illegitimate children,” they protested. “The only Father we have is God himself.”

Jesus said to them, “If God were your Father, you would love me, for I have come here from God. I have not come on my own; God sent me. Why is my language not clear to you? Because you are unable to hear what I say. You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father’s desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies. Yet because I tell the truth, you do not believe me! Can any of you prove me guilty of sin? If I am telling the truth, why don’t you believe me? Whoever belongs to God hears what God says. The reason you do not hear is that you do not belong to God.”
Full text of the truth and freedom soundbite.
Oct 2015 · 130
Untitled
M Oct 2015
you know, it's strange to know that every person on this earth
has been through school- and then remember, of course
that they haven't.
still working on correcting my own euro-centric view of things.
Oct 2015 · 178
"Lord, let me see."
M Oct 2015
and, having been given sight, they thanked the wrong god.
Oct 2015 · 324
lyrics
M Oct 2015
Ever since you came around
everybody wants to drag us down.
Is it because we look too happy?
I remember when you looked at me
and you told me it was all mine
I remember that like yesterday
it was a summer night on the West Side
it was last summer, we had the best time.
We crossed paths like an intersection,
and now we're both headed in one direction.
from the drag me down remix. I thought it was funny to write them like this, especially if you read it in a dramatic voice. not mine
Oct 2015 · 509
rain
M Oct 2015
and it rains- through my nose
out my mouth, trickling down my mind
leaving my knees weak, on my toes
it rains over my hips, crumpling my thighs
it leeches the strength of my shoulders, it leaks
between my fingers- it rains from my eyes
and it rains into my ears, it rains all over here
it rains over my face and under my chin,
and it rains in heaven and in sin, it rains
on good and bad and warm and cold
it rains leaving both the young and the old
it rains through happy and lost and pain
it rains on you and on me just the same.
Oct 2015 · 133
lyrics
M Oct 2015
we all wanna be big big stars but we all got different reasons for that.
Mr. Jones. not mine
Oct 2015 · 146
Untitled
M Oct 2015
somehow I've been left splintered and in shambles
(and I know exactly why)
Oct 2015 · 343
Home / One Direction
M Oct 2015
Make a little conversation,
so long I've been waiting
to let go of myself and feel alive.
So many nights I thought it over,
told myself I kind of liked her,
but there was something missing in her eyes.

I was stumbling, looking in the dark
with an empty heart.
But you say you feel the same,
could we ever be enough?
Baby, we could be enough.

And it's alright.
Calling out for somebody to hold tonight,
when you're lost, you'll find a way
I'll be your light.
You'll never feel like you're alone.
I'll make this feel like home.

So hot that I couldn't take it,
want to wake up and see your face
and remember how good it was being here last night.
Still high with a little feeling,
I see the smile as it starts to creep in.
It was there, I saw it in your eyes.

I was stumbling, looking in the dark
with an empty heart.
But you say you feel the same.
Could we ever be enough?
Baby, we could be enough.

And it's alright.
Calling out for somebody to hold tonight.
When you're lost, you'll find a way,
I'll be your light.
You'll never feel like you're alone,
I'll make this feel like home.
I'll make this feel like home.
Baby, we could be enough.
It's alright.
Calling out for somebody to hold tonight,
when you're lost, you'll find a way
I'll be your light.
You'll never feel like you're alone.
I'll make this feel like home.
lyrics. not mine.

Just for the record, this is not a "conspiracy" to think this is a queer love song because Harry literally said you can take the meanings to be different for different people and this song quite literally sounds exactly like it feels to realize you're not straight and fall in love with someone you're not "supposed" to be in love with. Songs can mean whatever you want them to. And this one was specifically written in a certain way- they didn't HAVE to switch from female pronouns to neutral pronouns, they didn't HAVE to say something was missing in her eyes that was later in your eyes, they didn't HAVE to talk about thinking it over at night and telling yourself you kind of like a girl. But they did. It's not reaching at all. You have to be very blatantly ignoring the lyrics and production of this song in a violently heteronormative way not to see it.
Oct 2015 · 409
the Cost of Living
M Oct 2015
Some folks don't like workin' hard
Some folks don't like rain
Some folks love to tell you
All about their aches and pains
Me, I take the hand I'm dealt
And I play it as it lays
It's the cost of living
And everyone pays

You can't live in memories
Of all your golden yesterdays
Or spend your whole life grieving
For the one that got away
Common sense says "let her go"
But your heart disobeys
It's the cost of living
And everyone pays

Blue shadows falling all around me
Still I don't regret a single day

I look in the mirror now
I see that time can be unkind
But I know every wrinkle
And I earned every line
So, wear it like a royal crown
When you get old and gray
It's the cost of living
And everyone pays
It's the cost of living
And everyone pays.
By Don Henley feat. Merle Haggard. Not mine
Oct 2015 · 708
Why I Write
M Oct 2015
I write so that someone will care enough about me to read it.
inspired by a twitter hashtag.
Oct 2015 · 165
home
M Oct 2015
Make a little conversation
So long I've been waiting
to let go of myself and feel alive.
by One Direction. Not mine
Oct 2015 · 354
Home
M Oct 2015
And it's alright
Calling out for somebody to hold tonight
When you're lost, you'll find a way
I'll be your light
You'll never feel like you're alone
I'll make this feel like home
by One Direction. Not mine
Oct 2015 · 140
stage four
M Oct 2015
and when you lose something, you can never have it again
no matter how perfect and breathtaking it was, no matter
the shocks of electricity in your veins. It's over.
Oct 2015 · 262
Ireland
M Oct 2015
it's cold winds buffeting you so you can hardly see
your new jacket billows around you like a parachute,
it's your very first mountain and you're about to be blown off the top.
Your sister goes over the "Do Not Cross" line
and she doesn't get hurt, so you realize the line doesn't matter
it's black waves and gray skies colliding with spurts and spews
of wet belief, it's ordering the wrong thing and laughing for days
about it, it's coffee after every meal and going into a bar
for the first time, it's losing your passport and it's rain
and mud and hotel rooms and your family together
it's having friends in Argentina, it's twelve hours
of laughter and tears and cards in a hotel because your driver didn't
pick you up. It's knowing your mother for who she really is.
It's running through graveyards to look at these
crisp hills and polluted rivers and cute boys too old for you
and you don't talk to them. It's mead and dancers
and hot colorful rooms and castles and daggers
and eating things with your hands. It's strange cities
that you love and your parents hate. It's warm breakfast
in a pastel of a place, it's sloped streets next to a beach,
even though it feels like winter to you it's warm for everyone else.
It's chicken and stuffing sandwiches. It's train rides.
It's waiting at a train station. It's fear and anxiety and fog but it's
cold and refreshing and breathtaking and cliffs
and rocks carved out by the thumbs and nails of a creator, and you launch
into this green, stony world with nothing but your own freedom
and the ancient love of your family and your God,
it's the mist on your face before you even thought about growing up
the last breath of your childhood but you felt as if it would last forever
no end was in sight, it is just there and it is happy and it is free
and somehow you were growing up in the midst of it.
Oct 2015 · 248
More to go
M Oct 2015
There's so much within me
so many years of memories that I don't have time to think about
I'm constantly on my phone or stressing about
the problems of the day, but the truth is that
my life has been long and will be long- there are
people who have changed me for the better and the worse
there are thrilling memories and terrifying memories
there are firsts and lasts and drunkenness and heart pitter-patters
fair lights and dubstep songs and harmonicas and the taste
of numbing on my tongue, warmth and palm trees
and jolts in my heart, sisters and dances and love and weddings
there are moments that should have been kisses but weren't
there are moments that were kisses and shouldn't have been
there are people I have loved and lost, people that
have slipped away, people that told me they'd never let go
and we woke up five feet from each other
there are so many tears shed for so many different reasons
so much love for me and so much love from me
and it's all been worth it. And there's so much more to go.
it's my friend's birthday today and that unlocked a lot of memories that I forgot I had.
Oct 2015 · 502
rainbow veins / owl city
M Oct 2015
High rise, veins of the avenue
Bright eyes and subtle variations of blue
Everywhere is balanced there like a rainbow above you
Street lights glisten on the boulevard
And cold nights make staying alert so hard
For heaven's sake, keep me awake so I won't be caught off guard
Clearly I am a passerby but I'll find a place to stay
Dear pacific day, won't you take me away?
Small town hearts of the New Year
Brought down by gravity, crystal clear
City fog and brave dialogue converge on the frontier
Make haste, I feel your heartbeat
With new taste for speed, out on the street
Find a road to a humble abode where both of our routes meet
The silver sound is all around and the colors fall like snow
The feeling of letting go, I guess we'll never know

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
'Cause your heart has a lack of colour and we should've known
That we'd grow up sooner or later 'Cause we wasted all our free time alone

Your nerves gather with the altitude
Exhale the stress so you don't come unglued
Somewhere there is a happy affair, a ghost of a good mood
Wide eyed, panic on the getaway
The high tide could take me so far away
VCR's and motorcars unite on the Seventh Day
A popular gauge will measure the rage of the new Post-Modern Age
'Cause somewhere along the line all the decades align.

We were the crashing whitecaps
On the ocean
And what lovely sea-side holiday, away
A palm tree in Christmas lights
My emotion
Struck a sparkling tone like a xylophone
As we spent the day alone

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
'Cause your heart has a lack of color and we should've known
That we'd grow up sooner or later 'cause we wasted all our free time alone.
one of my favorite Owl City songs. Inspired by LXS's owl city lyrics. not mine
Oct 2015 · 253
The Weight of Glory
M Oct 2015
There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal.
C.S. Lewis. Not mine.
Oct 2015 · 572
on purpose
M Oct 2015
you can have all the good intentions in the world
but if you did it, then you did it.
in legal matters as well. Even if you didn't mean to run someone over with a car, it doesn't mean they aren't lying dead in the street. One's intentions may absolve them of legal culpability but from a cause and effect standpoint they still performed the deed and the effect is still in the world and it was still caused by the doer. The connection between cause and effect is not erased once someone said they didn't do it on purpose.
Oct 2015 · 341
pursuit of happiness
M Oct 2015
if I skip my eyes over the seas of my life
and choose only to dance on the shore
then, at the end, having ignored my strife
I will not have known there was more.

when, in the world, happiness is reward
we forget the true value of sadness
throttled about in a storm, we whirl
half blind and half crazed in our madness.

If I am concerned primarily with gladness
if I try to have hills but not valleys,
at the end I will not show any success
it will all be plains and not mountains.

If I focus only on good moments and their counting
I will lose the good gap that lies between
for even in thunder, in breaking, in shouting
in hot blasts of ignited gasoline-

even in losses, in war and in ravines
the world knows its weight, don't pretend.
Our lives, you see, would not be complete
had they not been destroyed by their end.

We live as though our hopes will extend
through countless ages of life
but the truth is, the dark we must strive to accept
for without it, we could not see the light.
Not about the dark as in sin, which we must strive to remove from our lives. The dark here is pain and suffering that are inevitable. This isn't about accepting your flaws but rather acknowledging that your life is not whole if you merely chase after happiness the whole time. In fact, I wouldn't suggest accepting your flaws. We should always be improving ourselves. But with this in mind, improving ourselves doesn't mean our lives will get automatically better. As long as there are things worth losing, there will be pain. And that pain is worth feeling. I want to encourage everyone to feel their lives for everything they are in order to be whole. Likewise, sadness is not valuable in and of itself but rather it is important in contrast and in the context of your whole life. If you are focused too much on sadness, your life is out of balance just as much if you focus too much on happiness. In order to be a whole person we must acknowledge that sadness is worth feeling because it means something is important to us. Our focus must be on the improvement of ourselves and those things that are important to us. Emotions exist alongside our journey. They do not direct it. But they are still worth feeling. All of them.
Oct 2015 · 594
Untitled
M Oct 2015
so many times I wondered, Lord,
why you gave me love with no reward
and now I know, the secret has been told-
the whole ****** time you were trying to save my soul.
Oct 2015 · 168
Untitled
M Oct 2015
if nothing means anything,
then why do we live still under the assumption
that it does, in fact, still mean something?
Just noticing that nihilism as a concept might be "fun" to think about or entertain, but when it comes down to it, no one has altered their life to suit these ideas. We still pretense to know right and wrong in our day to day actions. There is something deeper lying within our subconscious that directs us, something that we can't quite forget even though we try. It is higher than our thoughts because our thoughts move underneath it and our thoughts about what are or we should be are powerless to change a reality that we feel deeply within our very beings.

What I mean by this is- if we subscribe to nihilism and we believe that nothing means anything and that our lives are pointless and are only determined by our own will, then why don't we live this way? A life rightly conducted by this philosophy would lead us to always act in our own self-interest and to ignore the needs of others. In fact, when taken to its logical conclusion, a life by this philosophy should END, because why would we want to go on living in a world with pain in it and no reward or comfort for the pain?

Then, if, as we observe, many people hold a nihilistic view but VERY FEW live according to that view, then there must be something stopping us from behaving that way, something that exists regardless of our beliefs to the contrary. I can believe all I want that my neighbor's existence, mind, and heart, are entirely determined by my observation of them, but that doesn't stop me from having a conscience that tells me from being kind to them. I can believe that morals are not absolute, but it does not stop me from telling my neighbor that they are not being fair and their response, if morals did not exist, should instinctively be that fairness does not exist. However, their instinct is to argue that they are exempt or justified against my preexisting standard of fairness.

Thusly, a universal idea of fairness is presented in every aspect of our behavior and everyday. Even if we entertain ideas that a universal standard of morality is not true, we still have a universally agreed-upon conscience that manifests itself in our behavior and our interactions with each other.

And, why, then, is that there? Why do we still behave as if there is a moral standard even if we believe there is not?

I would propose that this moral standard is built into who we are as human beings. We cannot avoid it. We cannot ignore it (except in the case of the severely mentally ill). Something is driving us to a higher standard regardless of our ideas about it. Subsequently, this thing that drives us to that standard exists objectively and outside of whatever our ideas about it are. We cannot ignore it- so it must be unaffected by us.

This inkling, this conscience, within us is what, alone and by itself, proves that truth is real. We cannot change it, because we know that despite our efforts or thoughts otherwise, we still try to act according to it, whatever it is.
Oct 2015 · 184
Perfect
M Oct 2015
I might never be the hand you put your heart in
Or the arms that hold you any time you want them
But that don’t mean that we can’t live here in the moment
because I can be the one you love from time to time.
lyrics from One Direction. Not mine
Oct 2015 · 181
Matthew 12:34
M Oct 2015
For out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks.
Oct 2015 · 741
Sagittarius
M Oct 2015
and if I didn't always hope for the best
and flee from the worst,
then maybe I would've been able to stay
but a half and half person can't possibly love halfway.
Oct 2015 · 311
unconditional
M Oct 2015
nothing you confess
could make me love you less.
lyrics from Stand By You. about God. Take it to mean whatever you want.
Oct 2015 · 1.1k
airports and churches
M Oct 2015
the air outside today smells like people of all kinds
it smells like linoleum and air conditioning and cardboard
what is that? it's safety, it's knowing you are in an
inpenetrable hub. it's also change, knowing that this place
will take you somewhere else. It smells like love.
It smells like new revelations, hard goodbyes, and returning
to someone you know loves you. It smells like growing up.
I've been enveloped in that smell for the hardest
cries of my life, and for the most exciting, life-changing
moments. In fact, every time I enter this smell,
I know that my world is about to be thrown into a new orbit.
I feel safe here. Not sure why. They say we're afraid
of the unknown but they also say that life begins
at the end of our comfort zone- when I smell this smell,
I know that my safety net is over but I've never
felt more certain of my ability to walk the line. In short,
the air outside today smells like airports and churches.
Oct 2015 · 294
set me free
M Oct 2015
it's not my fault I had to lie
because no one ever wanted the truth
(even though they told me it would set me free,
it had to stay locked inside, so only I could see.)
Oct 2015 · 277
damned in our hearts
M Oct 2015
if someone has faults, it's impossible to be angry at them
once you realize those faults stem from brokenness
and that it's not a whole person yelling at you
or manipulating someone, it's not a whole person that
forgot you or stopped loving you, it's not a whole person
that looks past you or laughs behind your back, it's not a whole
person that is proud or sarcastic or spiteful or unreasonable, it's not a
whole person that abandons someone they once loved, it's not
a whole person that can hardly feel love at all and doesn't know why, it's
not a whole person that steps on the hurting and the downtrodden,
it's not a whole person that is apathetic and bitter and lost.
it's a broken person, someone who needs healing. They aren't
complete in themselves and choosing evil anyway, from a developed place.
They are broken, they are beaten down, there are chasms in their soul,
addictions and sadness and pieces left for dead. They are not choosing
of their own perfectly free will, because they are enslaved,
enchained by their own fear. It's not their fault. They are broken.
Forgive them, heal them, love them. A whole person, once healed
is a truly free person. And then, only then, will we know who they
(these people we once ****** in our hearts) really are.
thinking about the nature of sin.
"14 We know that the law is spiritual; but I am unspiritual, sold as a slave to sin. 15 I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. 16 And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. 17 As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. 18 For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. 19 For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. 20 Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it."
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M Oct 2015
I want to pour hydrogen peroxide through my veins
so maybe then it will flush you out.
a bit overdramatic but..

not about anyone specifically. just thinking about how over the course of my life so many people have taken commanding roles of my destiny and I'm tired of being led around by other people's ideas of who I should be. I want to wash myself clean of all these people in the past.
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M Oct 2015
"I have been to another world and come back.
Listen to me."
Mark Helprin, Winter’s Tale
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Many Waters
M Oct 2015
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, he would be utterly despised.
Song of Solomon 8:7
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Isaiah 43:19
M Oct 2015
See, I am doing a new thing!
    Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
    and streams in the wasteland.
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