Build this Boat.

It’s laid out in front of me.

All the pieces, All the Parts.

My heart, it hovers over- analyzing where to start

Afraid as my human fingers trace edges of each piece 

All I know, is that i don’t want to lose anything. 

I know a man who could tell me exactly what to do.

Just a few numbers away, I’d have the answers to these clues.

I close my eyes, and pray for courage.

Though, my worries tend to stay.

I want to make the right decisions. I hope that I can find my way.

The pride in me feels bitter at the thought of calling out

I hate I want this to be over, before the time has started out. 

But, No. I won’t worry. I wont cry & I won’t weep anymore.

Cause one day, answers will appear to me & we will depart from the shore. 

pleatedjeans:

via
Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.
Andrew Boyd (via purplebuddhaproject)

THINGS I LIKE

  • when people use my name in conversation
  • when people say “this reminded me of you!”
  • when people remember little things i say/do
  • when people genuinely thank me for things i’ve done for them
  • when i think of the same thing at the same time as someone else and you give each other the look
 
person: so what music are you into?
me: are you sure you're ready for this conversation
jerricha-alexis:


brooklynmademe:

silenthill:

mojo jojo

Get out.

right now.

jerricha-alexis:

brooklynmademe:

silenthill:

mojo jojo

Get out.

right now.

tastefullyoffensive:


Sundays.