/// summer camp

/// lost at sea

/// Congratulations, 'cos we made it all the way home. ///

/// the difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul

After a While

After a while you learn
the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead.
With the grace of a woman
not the grief of a child.
And you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way
of falling down in mid flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn
that you really can endure.
That you are really strong.
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and you learn
with every good bye you learn.

 - Veronica A. Shofstall

/// the places you don't walk away from

"...They’ll be those edgeless institutions unbeholden to geography: unconditional friendship, the safety of conversation, and the places that feel like home — genuinely, and not in some socially constructed way — even if they are 3,000 miles from where you were born and raised. They’ll be the places where your dreams have been alternately incubated, dashed, and brought to life again. The places that stay under your skin and under your fingernails. They’ll be the places that — even if you do stray for a while — will be right there where you left them, waiting for you when you’re ready to take your life back. "

Source: Thought Catalog, "The Places You Don't Walk Away From"

Where my dreams have been alternately incubated, dashed and brought to life again.
Under my skin, under my fingernails, under everything you see in the surface.
I'm coming back soon, I'm doing everything I can, wait for me, or better yet, help me to come back.
Help me to come back home.

/// the black keys work

Bursting with multiple electric beats of joy in my heart.
I've always wondered who this song will be for. Now I know.
It's for you!

/// torre

Greetings from the princess' tower, where dreams were once crafted with melancholy, wishes and prayers. The Radio Dept. is shimmering in the air, and I try to remember how I did it four, five years ago. I have nothing to report, no burst of prophecy, no glimmering sparkle of an idea, except for that:

The salmon skies and the sunset will never change, and this can still bring a sliver of peace and hope.
The first star of the night still listens.
And a wish upon an airplane bound for the west can still lighten your heart.

The circumstances are different and weapons of choice from before (perseverance, "never giving up", focus) may not be enough. But remember, you are still ALIVE and if you have the old weapons plus the new weapons (creativity, maturity, patience and other "real world" solutions) with you, then nothing can stop you.

Now and yet to come. Nothing and everything. Dreams, and the reality that is beyond your dreams.

/// SE

M: You will be back one day
 stockhome wont go anywhere
A: i hope se
i hope SE hahaha
i'll be back.
M: haha
A: that's the truth speaking


   

A: AMEN
M: AMEN

/// valand

One of my favorite places in the world. 

/// six cups of rebel

/// hihi

/// smiley smile

/// standard mystical link

"You're linked with her. A standard mystical link, impossible to explain. No one can take your place."
 -
I wiped the snow off my face.
There was someone waiting for me.
And that's the only thing that stops us from freezing solid. 


Night Watch by Sergei Lukyanenko, pp. 174-175

/// open season

/// call it off

Washed Out - Call It Off by Weird World Record Co