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I am everything i want to be




my favorite things ♥
                                                         
     

Music

Paramore
Punch Brothers
Radio Head
Dear and The Headlights
Anberlin
10 years
Imagine Dragons


                         
books

A Little Wanting song- Cath crowley
Graffitti Moon- Cath Crowley ♥

Demonta series & Cirque Du Freak series- Darren Shan♥

The book theif- Markus Zusak
Getting the Girl- Markus Zusak


movies

v for vendetta
spirited away
sunshine cleaning
little miss sunshine

will add more to this later ♥




its like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And then things happen - these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack in places. And I mean, yeah once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside the Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And its only that time that we see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face to face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade, but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.
                                            ― John Green, Paper Towns



"I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hate myself. Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did. Go slow. I’m new to this, but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.I have realized the moon did not have to be full for us to love it. We are not tragedies stranded here beneath it."
                                  - We Were Emergencies, Buddy Wakefield


“Dear Angry Older People, over 21-ish, anyone who considers themselves an adult, still bitter: Next time you're wondering what wrong with kids today, you might wanna check the examples you've been giving us to work with. Because if you ever want to make sense of us, you’ve got to make sense to us, without telling us you’re too old to walk that far. You’ve got to try to understand why we like looking like rag dolls, why we like looking like the way we feel, and why we keep our senses floored when it’s you behind the wheel. And if you ever really do want to understand why we seem so angry, well for one, you told us we could be anything we wanted to be, but right now, we’re a little busy dodging bombs.”
                                                    ― Buddy Wakefield


“Tell me my heart beats a war drum, that my eyes are not just armies but my spine is a harpoon.”
                    ― Buddy Wakefield


“If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions.”
                                          ― Buddy Wakefield, Gentleman Practice

       
"I kissed a girl wearing a cross around her neck
Her lips didn’t taste like church,
But her hips felt like God.
I wonder what her pastor would have thought
I wonder if that cross around her neck meant more to me
than it does to her"
                             -An Atheist On A Date, Jesse Feinman     

             

visit them. they're worth the read:

http://theafterbirthliteraryzine.webs.com/


http://allpoetry.com/Vex_Darkly
http://allpoetry.com/catastrophic.
http://allpoetry.com/pens-paper-poems
http://allpoetry.com/rsw09
http://allpoetry.com/string
http://allpoetry.com/Souls_in_Chains
http://allpoetry.com/DelilahMinka
http://allpoetry.com/spagooter
http://allpoetry.com/Reba


thank you ♥

  - Brooke