Yesterday,


I stopped living for a long time and when I started again, it was for all the wrong reasons. Now, I’m not sure how to pick myself back up. I keep thinking that if I pretend it’s not over then it won’t be but my heart is already aching for it and my body already misses it.

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I’m not ready for this to be the end.

Icarus laughed as the sun scorched
his back, as the wax threaded his arms
and legs and turned him into a human torch.

See, sometimes life is but the taste of
freedom; it is but the blood in mouths,
hearts on fire.

See, you were always so blazing, so radiant;
I knew, I always knew that my heart on
the other side would never be the same.

Sometimes you come back, rapping at my
ribcage, asking to be let it; I am already
burnt from the wax and the sun and I am
drowning in the ocean - but if I could,
I would still let you back in
(I can’t, I can’t, I can’t).

I used to always ask: Icarus, does
falling feel like flying?
I know my answer now.
It does. It does.

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legholas:

"so you're only out for yourself, huh? it's all about number one?"bela talbot, a great thief.

legholas:

"so you're only out for yourself, huh? it's all about number one?"

bela talbot, a great thief.

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catsofjuly:

We Sleep to time’s hurry-gurdy; we wake, if we eve wake, to the silence of God.
oil on canvas, 12”x12”
[title from Annie Dillard’s Holy The Firm]

catsofjuly:

We Sleep to time’s hurry-gurdy; we wake, if we eve wake, to the silence of God.

oil on canvas, 12”x12”

[title from Annie Dillard’s Holy The Firm]

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I realised that I didn’t know you at all. I couldn’t see past the mirage I cast of the person I thought you were. You broke me before I managed to pull myself together from the last time. And I miss you still, maybe that’s the only truthful thing I will ever admit to you.

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