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"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable."

— C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

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melancholy

writingsforwinter:

at funerals i stand in the cold with my hands

shoved deep into my pockets

because i do not know what to do.

what am i supposed to say, i wish i didn’t have to be here

and i’m sorry for your loss?

we bury people in the ground but it makes me shudder,

the idea of their bones slowly disintegrating below my feet.

fading away while everything else lives on.

i tie my mind up in knots, chasing circles

when i think about death. an endless cycle like a beaten path.

how all the years will stretch out until we are long gone

but the earth will continue to spin without us in it,

tilting sweetly on its axis and never asking why.

that is what i think about at funerals.

and if someone were to say to me, penny for your thoughts?

i would tell them, i do not have any.

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americagiveup:

Jamie T // If You’ve Got The Money (Acoustic)

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beyoncebeytwice:

i don’t think we’re using this site the way it was intended to be used

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