Aug 26, 2017
“It matters not who you love, where you love, why you love, when you love, or how you love; it matters only that you love.” - John Lennon
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“It matters not who you love, where you love, why you love, when you love, or how you love; it matters only that you love.” - John Lennon
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Inktober 17 : K2SO
Asked by @poly-hebdo 8)
Love of mine, some day you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the hint of a spark If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the "No"'s on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black And I held my tongue as she told me, "Son, fear is the heart of love." So I never went back If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the "No"'s on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark You and me have seen everything to see From Bangkok to Calgary And the soles of your shoes are all worn down The time for sleep is now It's nothing to cry about 'Cause we'll hold each other soon In the blackest of rooms
I Will Follow You Into The Dark By Death Cab for Cutie
love can
there is no reason grander or more compelling than the truth of love;
it can ruin you, can build you up, brick by brick, just to tear you down,
or it can make you, in every way, complete; love can make you whole.
it can find in you the pieces of yourself you’ve tried to find elsewhere;
it can bring to life the reality you thought near impossible.
love can prove to you that you know next to nothing of your potential.
like a bird, it can swoop gracefully, but better than that, love can be
like a hurricane; it can tear you up and leave only its debris.
what happens next is love's motivation: do you build yourself back up
from the destruction, or do you admire the bird on a wire,
for its beauty in your world now undefined by expectations?
