apoemaday:

by Derek Mahon

How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart;
the sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the day break and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.

allthingseurope:

Switzerland (by gingama)

Take me to a time when my next adventure is within my grasp

oilversqueen:

Hi. I’m back.

Adding

• Missing Rebecca’s wedding (May 2017)
  

to the list that already includes

• Missing the HPatCC play that I already have tickets to (May 2017)
• Missing the first leg of our DisneyPotter Pilgrimage (I am still so very sorry, @lovelyhymnsandgorgeousdreams :’()
• Missing Rachel’s wedding and being her bridesmaid (December 2017)
  

I am torn apart.

twloha:

“My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness.” - Maya Angelou

buzzfeed:

This Woman Helped A Little Boy Overcome His Fear Of Sleeping Alone By Painting An Awesome Galaxy In His Room

(Note to self: stop stashing away posts to drafts and not getting back to them)

The past 160 days have been a whirlwind of knowledge-cramming, brain-overloading, hair-pulling moments. 

I’ve sincerely never studied harder in my life - not for PSLE/all through NJip/A’Levels, nope. 

Instead of being tired though, I’ve never felt more alive, more focused, more determined.

On the whole, this means I’m nearly done with one-fifth of this long journey *excites*

5 more days of class; here we go~!

Andy Seliverstoff Photography (X)

Andy Seliverstoff Photography (X)

handsomedogs:

Sheltie | Marta May

graceinchrist:

Emilie Ristevski. @helloemilie on Instagram.

Amidst all the ugliness and the darkness that has consumed the world, leaving it in a state that I no longer recognise nor comprehend, I was reminded today that there are still Good People in it.

To the young couple that saved the day - thank you from the bottom of my heart. May your good deed bring you an overwhelming sense of contentment and may life be kind to you.

Faith in humanity +10 restoration points.

poemsforpersephone:

the poets were wrong.

you don’t burn and there are no tornadoes in your chest,
your hands don’t hold galaxies or stars
and your anger isn’t a volcanic god
ready to smite every enemy.
the moon doesn’t love you and neither do the stars,
but the earth does, in its own way, i guess.

see, you are human, my dear,
born to destroy and to take and to make,
born to learn and to watch. you observe the stars;
they do not observe you.

you run from tornadoes or you chase them,
you do not become them. your anger is just anger
an emotion to control or be controlled by;
volcanoes can stay dormant for years
but you are never still.

and why would the moon love you?
why would the stars?
they are too far away to be swayed by a pretty face,
but the earth lives under your feet, it feels you dance
to the beat it drums out in thunder and rain.

you are human, fragile
and while your skin is weak your heart beats strong.
it might not hold hurricanes but it does hold love,
and this can be just as deadly.
your anger won’t ever level cities
but it can topple friendships
and they amount to the same thing.

the poets were wrong.
you are not out of this world,
you are of it and beloved to it,
and you are still special.

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HUMAN NATURE // l.s.