“We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we don’t stand a chance. We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no.”—Margaret Atwood (via amplequotes)
“But then, in the wrong hands delicate things are destroyed. In the wrong hands a book can be just paper. To be used to light a fire or clean the windows.”—Astrid & Veronika— Linda Olsson (via jennyrose)
“You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you, that’s where I’ll be waiting.”—Peter Pan atoms (via plaidscarves) (via astronomie) (via abirdfriend)
“At any rate, that’s how I started running. Thirty-three - that’s how old I was then. Still young enough, though no longer a young man. The age that Jesus Christ died. The age that Scott Fitzgerald started to go downhill. That age may be a kind of crossroads in life. That was the age when I began my life as a runner, and it was my belated, but real, starting point as a novelist.”—Haruki Murakami (via 12minds)
“If we can forgive what’s been done to us, if we can forgive what we’ve done to others. If we can leave all of our stories behind, our being victims and villains - only then can we maybe rescue the world. But we still wait here, while we’re still victims, waiting to be saved. Waiting to be discovered while we suffer.”— Chuck Palahniuk (via flew) (via pretty-bird) (via isthisblood)
When I Hit The Ground - Ace Enders I tried my best to leave the broken parts of me In the hallway where I wait to watch you walk away. I wonder if I run, if I chase you, would you come? I just know that something’s wrong. So if you leave this town, I would follow you right out. The dark of every road to hold you afloat. Cut me deep so you can see everything’s not what it seems. On my knees, I’m breaking down. Just know I loved you when I hit the ground.
“Forsake not an old friend; for the new is not comparable to him: a new friend is as new wine; when it is old, thou shalt drink it with pleasure.”—Bible, Old Testament ( mouthfullofgommy:fizzzzy) (via isthisblood)
“If my heart could explode into a billion tiny pieces and scatter themselves all over the world. If I could live on sunlight and the city sounds and fall asleep in those thousands of lighted windows. I wonder if this world will ever make sense to me, if I will ever truly understand anything and if there’s really anything to understand at all.”—Forever The Stars (via gatekeeper) (via out-of-my-dreams) (via theamazon) (via isthisblood)
Tuck Everlasting Rocks (I love my chats with Jenna, Part 1)
Laurel:It's just like that with everyone it seems. Maybe it's that age old thing of everyone's moving so fast and I'm standing still...or I'm moving in a different way.
Jenna:yes i feel the same way
Jenna:like the rock reference in tuck everlasting or whatever
Laurel:I don't remember that...what's the rock reference?
Jenna:like the family lives forever cuz they drank out of this well
Jenna:and this boy falls in love with the girl and wants to live forever too but the dad says its horrible because they watch everythin grow and change all round them but they're like rocks they never change
Jenna:altho rocks do change
Laurel:I've been thinking a lot about how maybe it's unreasonable to expect anything from people other than remoteness once they find something major...like they find a significant other, or have a child, or get married... I know it doesn't mean the friendship is over, but so often, realistically, it means it's going to be significantly altered. And it involves finding new crowds and that sort of thing like what you're taking about as much as the major change itself...
Jenna:it's true. people are always changing....
Laurel:Sometimes I feel like I'm not changing though. Not the same way they are anyway.
Jenna:me neither, which is why i always feel left behind
Laurel:So it's kind of like that rock thing you're talking about...actually a lot like that because like you say, rocks do change...but they don't change like people or trees or birds...
Jenna:and it takes them longer to
Laurel:A rock can change more than a tree, but you have to be on a whole different time scale to even see it.
I’m trying to wake up I’m trying to grow I’m trying to wait I’m trying to understand I’m trying to listen I’m trying to be brave I’m trying to believe I’m trying to hold on I’m trying to surrender I’m trying to become I’m trying to forget I’m trying to see