vice verses

And I said, What are you willing to give me, and I will deliver Him to you? And they weighed out to me thirty pieces of silver.

square one

no one cares about the new year once it's over

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read this when your heart is breaking, when the skies are bleak and the clouds come in, when the world opens its mouth and swallows you whole. read this after spending twenty five hours in the library without sleep, read this when you have no strength to weep, read this at 4am alone, read this surrounded by people you don't know, read this in the dark, read this when you've fallen in love, read this when you've fallen out of it. read this on a day where nothing is special and you've woken up late and there's no time to eat breakfast and you've missed your train and the wind is harsh and the cold is hurting you. read this when your heart is pining for someone who doesn't know you exist. read this after screwing up your job interview (not while or during). read this when people talk too loud and you can no longer hear the beauty in their voices or find the meaning in their poetry. read this after breaking all your promises and disappointing everyone you know. read this when you have nothing left to say, when you can no longer hear the beauty in your own voice or find meaning in your own poetry. read this when you are old and gray. then stop reading and recover. remember that things will eventually get better as inevitably as they are bound to get worse. remember the past without getting stuck in it. remember that life is not as bad as you make it out to be. remember your loved ones all rooting for you secretly. think back to the days of wonder and mystery and hidden meanings waiting to be uncovered and wonder what has changed. then stop wondering and go out searching for beauty and meaning again

Jon will be 19 in July

hang your happiness
on someone else's rope
hang your sadness by the door
hang your heart across your arm
like a jacket that can't be creased
hang the new year, all you television people
teach me how to love
and be loved
and be alone
and be loved
hang beauty and truth, all you poets
hang your hopes
hang your words

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the light was cool and dim. i observed christmas through the windows, sparkly trees sulking in the corner, cosy carpeted flats and graffiti on the roof

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what is this strange feeling? I feel like I've lost something important, but can't remember what. I'm searching for something that may or may not exist. I only know what it is not, which is this. Is it home or is it heaven? Is it a feeling or a need? Is it comfort or companionship or how much you've got stocked up in the cupboards, how many presents you got in your stockings, or is it a doorway made of light and a banquet hall filled with the smiling faces of friends and family saying, 'welcome! come on in, we've been waiting for you!' everyone you love with their arms wide open saying, 'come in! come on in!'

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so many words and nothing to say

divine comedy

These six things doth the Lord hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief,  A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren. 

- Proverbs 6:16-19

Among the things that God hates is a proud look - or haughty eyes - as the NIV translates it, which makes sense since the world seems to love a proud look (though considerably less when it ends up being on the receiving end). An upturned nose, a disinterested expression radiating contempt, a posture proclaiming unshakeable superiority - these are things that we've been conditioned to admire because they seem to communicate a sense of confidence - a sign that the wearer is fully aware and confident of who he/she is, whereas in God's eyes, a proud look and haughty eyes suggest someone who doesn't really comprehend or appreciate who He is; the truth of God's greatness and glory, if properly understood and acknowledged, leaves no room for the worship of self.

four a.m.

too early to be honest, too late to be fake

zero degrees

1. no sunlight - dcfc
2. stay young go, dancing - dcfc
3. i was a kaleidoscope - dcfc
4. vice verses - switchfoot
5. transatlanticism - dcfc
6. gotta have you - the weepies