our eyes are on the rising and not toward the setting sun / we know whence he comes , but we know not whither he goes / it is enough .
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our eyes are on the rising and not toward the setting sun / we know whence he comes , but we know not whither he goes / it is enough .
are you a brother of the Night’s Watch,
or a bastard boy who wants to play at war?
‘what is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives.’
- rupi kaur
start by pulling him out of the fire and hoping that he will forget the smell. he was supposed to be an angel but they took him from that light and turned him into something hungry, something that forgets what his hands are for when they aren’t shaking. start by wiping the BLOOD off of his chin and pretending to understand. // poem credit
i want to be , where the people are. i want to see, want to see ‘em dancing. walking around on those , what do you call ‘em ? oh , feet ! flipping your fins you don’t get too far , legs are required for jumping , dancing. strolling along down a --- what’s that word again ? street!
R E A L L I F E
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CLAWS DULL AND HEARTS BREAK.
NOBODY SAID IT WAS EASY.
ind. multi muse ft. canon + oc. as loved + penned by k.
“I’LL BE SLEEPING ON THE STREETS!”
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