| — | Ellen Hopkins, Crank (via megannjanel) (via happythings) |
Ecstasy is hard to describe. It’s like falling softly into a pool of crystal mountain water, floating on your back circular beneath vibrant sky, deciphering codes in the clouds spinning dizzy fast. It isn’t at all like going clear out of your head lunatic mad, throwing yourself in front of a runaway train insane, hallucinating black widows and black helicopters behind you crazy. It’s a lot more like jumping into your own brain, ferreting what’s inside, accepting past failures, freeing self destructive demons, forgiving yourself and those you love and even those you despise.
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There is beauty in endings,
even if we don’t want to admit
it at the time. Remember,
we are always in awe of the
beauty of a sunset, as it takes
away the light of the day we knew.
We know the sun will rise again,
we know the stars will guide us
through the darkness of the night.
Life isn’t much different than the
scenes it plays before our eyes.
Things will get brighter again.
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.
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| — | (via fuckyeahhappy) |
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
…

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