#on potential

[aprilstete]

Always an angel, never a God.

[succubussdreams]

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.

Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine

in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,

a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways

I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least

fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative

estimate, though I keep this from my children.

For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.

For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,

sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world

is at least half terrible, and for every kind

stranger, there is one who would break you,

though I keep this from my children. I am trying

to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,

walking you through a real shithole, chirps on

about good bones: This place could be beautiful,

right? You could make this place beautiful.

Good Bones

Poem by Maggie Smith (2017)

[maysthoughts]

lie with me - philippe besson // goodbye, my danish sweetheart - mitski

[lostbottlesintheocean]

If you hang out with chickens, you're going to cluck and if you hang out with eagles, you're going to fly.

Steve Maraboli