a public journal: a series of first steps, missteps, standstills, and starting overs.
"what you thought was the cure turned into a disease."
m, For An Unborn
— 5 days ago

It’s not just you who felt the pain
Now tell me where they keep the rain

— 6 days ago

What if I was wrong and you had never questioned it?
What if it was true, that all we thought was right, was wrong?
Simple math, the truth cannot be fractioned
I imply I’ve got to get it back then

— 1 week ago

it’s like oxytocin destroys the emotional immune system, or something.

— 2 weeks ago
"A candle was the first present I ever gave myself. That, and silence."
tpo, from 2012
— 2 weeks ago
"Both fears and hopes are swindlers."
csl, from On the Atomic Bomb
— 2 weeks ago
"i covet the dark."
tpo, from The Second Year
— 2 weeks ago
A Prayer by Elbert Hubbard →

bookmania:

The supreme prayer of my heart is not to be learned, rich, famous, powerful, or “good,” but simply to be radiant. I desire to radiate health, cheerfulness, calm courage and good will. I wish to live without hate, whim, jealousy, envy, fear. I wish to be simple, honest, frank, natural, clean in…

— 2 weeks ago with 367 notes

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— 2 weeks ago