I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
|—||Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via eramoog)|
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
|—||Mary Oliver, “The Uses of Sorrow” (via words-in-lines)|
Whole piece here:
|—||J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit (via absea)|
I beg you.
seeing him holding her and sobbing like that legitimately makes me tear up every time.
Yield for one second to anything in the nature of lust (remember what lust is: “I must have it at once,” whether it be the lust of the flesh or the lust of the mind) — once yield and though you may hate yourself for having yielded, you are a bondslave to that thing. There is no release in human power at all but only in the Redemption.
- Oswald Chambers