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The dusk came; I watched the moon glowing, and there I have it, a word to describe the feeling when you’re bluer than blue; Yellow, darling, that’s what it felt like, right? Glowing, but empty. It’s time to let go of those who lift you up just to leave you emptier than when they found you. Remember how the sun sets to make way for the moon? Well, this I tell you: The moon leaves for a brighter day. The dawn came; I watched as the sun turned slowly from red to bright orange. It’s the morning, and it’s beautiful. It’s time to rise and shine darling. Rise above the horizon and shine brighter. To become your own sun, to realize that you are the world, and that the people, and the places, and the phrases and words and thoughts and ideas that revolve and pass around you are to each their own solar systems. It was wrong of them to tell us that no man is an island. Each one of us is an island, and it is when you peek into The Looking Glass that you realize that some islands have beacons and some have watchtowers, yet all of them are searching for another light. To shine in their way; to lead, or be lead home.” — Y.O. & D.C.
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
We'll find all the bright places
The dusk came; I watched the moon glowing, and there I have it, a word to describe the feeling when you’re bluer than blue; Yellow, darling, that’s what it felt like, right? Glowing, but empty. It’s time to let go of those who lift you up just to leave you emptier than when they found you. Remember how the sun sets to make way for the moon? Well, this I tell you: The moon leaves for a brighter day. The dawn came; I watched as the sun turned slowly from red to bright orange. It’s the morning, and it’s beautiful. It’s time to rise and shine darling. Rise above the horizon and shine brighter. To become your own sun, to realize that you are the world, and that the people, and the places, and the phrases and words and thoughts and ideas that revolve and pass around you are to each their own solar systems. It was wrong of them to tell us that no man is an island. Each one of us is an island, and it is when you peek into The Looking Glass that you realize that some islands have beacons and some have watchtowers, yet all of them are searching for another light. To shine in their way; to lead, or be lead home.” — Y.O. & D.C.
A collaboration between my dearest bestfriend and I :)
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
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