“I believe this is our happy middle. Don’t you?”
-Lucie Herondale to Jesse Blackthorn.
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“I believe this is our happy middle. Don’t you?”
-Lucie Herondale to Jesse Blackthorn.
crying is so confusing bc it’s like. I don’t want to cry right now but water’s leaking out of my eyes!.!.!.!.! and when u DO want to cry to relieve some emotions thatve been weighing on u suddenly it’s whoops! no water here today ur eyes are very dehydrated!
an hole in the ground fell on tears
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.
Washington Irving
bellarke-- bellarke hugged and
I wept to understand...
jack kerouac, "on tears"
On Tears
"Tears is the break of my brow, The moony tempestuous Sitting down In dark railyards When to see my mother’s face Recalling from the waking vision I wept to understand The trap mortality And personal blood of earth Which saw me in—Father father Why hast thou forsaken me? Mortality & unpleasure Roam this city— Unhappiness my middle name I want to be saved,- Sunk—can’t be Won’t be Never was made— So retch!"
Jack Kerouac