I can’t even remember what it’s like to be in love anymore.
The sensation is so foreign to me, but still I cling to the memories of a memory,
the faint aroma of personal space, the soft texture of her skin,
the way that life is supposed to be,
when you have someone to share it with.
I’ve grasped desperately at those fleeting fragments,
cutting my hands on broken dreams,
hurting those I wanted most in reckless ignorance of my own denial.
And here, now, I realize what I have feared the most:
Without someone to value me, I am utterly worthless.
Without friends I can trust, I am utterly alone.
And I have no idea what it’s like to be happy.
Two churches located across the street from each other. At least the Catholics have a sense of humor. lol
…Do the Presbyterians think Rocks are animals?
ALL ROCKS GO TO HEAVEN
CONVERTING TO CATHOLICISM DOES NOT MAGICALLY GRANT YOUR DOG A SOUL.
WOW. EPIC CATHOLIC WIN.
I LOVE THIS.
(Source: XO)
Bully
Could you wait ‘til I stop bleeding to make a playful jab,
I know that you’re just kidding, but your sharp remarks stab.
Any other time in my life and I would be just fine,
but show some courtesy and give my bleeding heart some time.
Transfiguration
“The only way to witness appropriately, in my opinion, is to never mention gods or prophets or religion in any way. Why should any skeptic want to hear our fairy tales? It is a perfectly reasonable reaction for them to dismiss these teachings as foolish, when they are associated with such outlandish claims. So, instead, lead by example. Do not try to force your ideals down others’ throats—live by them. Pass on the teachings of your prophet through your natural everyday actions, and let those around you see your wisdom and your serenity and wonder, ‘what makes them like this?’ Only when they ask you, ‘who taught you these things?’ should you teach them of your Buddha, or your Mohammad, or your Christ. Remember, it is easy for a skeptic to dismiss outlandish tales of miracles. It is far more difficult, however, for a skeptic to dismiss one that they have seen with their own eyes—an ideal in motion, a working philosophy: true transfiguration.”
Vanity
is more than just a sin to me,
and while I will admit
that I have been guilty of it,
I’ve never brainwashed people into liking me.
And I’m proud to say,
I was your friend before they looked your way,
when you were a beautiful little
precious pile of zen.
I remember then.
Love,
an institution that I thought I’d redefined,
you sought to desecrate, “repair,”
to ease what’s on your mind.
Well though my heart is broken,
I’d say it works just fine.
Wisdom in summary
One thing, I know, that I’ve learned
is that people surround themselves with lies.
It seems the guilty would rather be blind
than face those that they have spurned.
I was a coward, too afraid
to trust my own idealist mind,
and in my loneliness I find,
that this hell is one that I made.
Surely, you can try casting blame
rather than accepting your own sins of vice.
I’d like to think that being nice
doesn’t mean your heart is free from stain.
Above all else, keep open ears
to all the voices that speak to you.
Not all the ones outside are true,
but the voice inside should not be feared.
(via starstealing)
