mid-moving on and I almost
decided healing wasn’t worth it after all.
I almost pulled that small war out of the drain
I washed it down
just so I could have something
to fight for again.
It doesn’t work like that.
You can’t become brave just to decide
you weren’t made for it.
Because what else were you made for?
You loved someone until you weren’t
a coward anymore
and you never learned how to stop.
You danced at the wrong parties
and kissed mouths that couldn’t swallow
down your Friday night blues the right way.
You told forgiveness you were sorry,
and it never bothered calling back.
Maybe we were all made for more than this.
Maybe there’s still time to change the punchline
until it turns into one that won’t knock us down.
You’re nodding your head,
but you’re not changing your mind
the way you should be.
Here’s to a revolution.
May we be brave enough for it.
May it be ready for us.
-Y.Z, quietly brave (via rustyvoices)
Sending all the prints (there are a lot more to send than this) / An old Japanese postcard gifted to me from Gemma
Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you”
Yes many times
-Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via quoted-books)
So if you must be jealous, then be jealous for your friend and not of them. It’s not easy to do this. Any emotion is capable of turning ugly. But emotions are also capable of motivating the most beautiful of actions when they’re guided by the divine hand of God. They’re not the main reason we do anything, but as the fuel: they work great.