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Micaela. Seventeen. California. I go to college and learn facts and I come here and regurgitate Tolstoy quotes and pictures of clouds and Twombly paintings and most of all Bible verses and sometimes I talk about life. Self portrait: fairlybeautiful.tumblr.com/image/36786072709
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The Visionary

Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze
That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the
   groaning trees.

Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;
Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door;
The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong
   and far:
I trim it well, to be the wanderer’s guiding-star.

Frown, my haughty sire! chide, my angry dame!
Set your slaves to spy; threaten me with shame:
But neither sire nor dame nor prying serf shall know,
What angel nightly tracks that waste of frozen snow.

What I love shall come like visitant of air,
Safe in secret power from lurking human snare;
What loves me, no word of mine shall e’er betray,
Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.

Burn, then, little lamp; glimmer straight and clear-
Hush! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air:
He for whom I wait, thus ever comes to me;
Strange Power! I trust thy might; trust thou
   my constancy.

Emily Brontë

‘Oh! How good to be your age,’ Anna went on. ‘I remember and know that blue mist, the same as in the mountains of Switzerland. The mist that envelops everything during the blissful time when childhood is just coming to an end, and the path away from the vast, cheerful and happy circle grows narrower and narrower, and you feel cheerful and eerie entering that suite of rooms, though it seems bright and beautiful… Who hasn’t gone through that?’

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
                                Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
 This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men"
However, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only aim is to finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the good news of God’s grace.

Acts 20:24

On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There’s no need to say another word.

Jack Kerouac (via philo-sofia)

Most people, if they had really looked into their own hearts, would know that they do want, and want acutely, something that cannot be had in this world.

C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

Philip K. Dick  (via likeafieldmouse)

(Source: lastdaysofmagic)

So flee youthful passions and pursue righteousness, faith, love, and peace, along with those who call on the Lord from a pure heart.

2 Timothy 2:22

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Pablo Neruda - Sonnet XVII

Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.

Mitch Albom  (via likeafieldmouse)

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(Source: ttthalia)

They say that’s what happens when you fall in love. You want to tell people things. You especially want to tell them sad things. Hidden sad things from the past. I want to tell you all the sad things, and then you will know me better than other people know me and that means we are reserved for one another. Because we made a reservation like at a restaurant like at a grand hotel and we made this reservation with a certain foreign currency made of secret sad information we told each other in private rooms.

Sarah Ruhl  (via elliptical)

Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death… others through sheer inability to cross the street.

Virginia Woolf (via likeafieldmouse)

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