“Sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you’ve been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you want to be. The person you are.”
H.G. Wells
(via wordsnquotes)
(via blondetrash)
“I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul. This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much.”
Emery Allen (via quotethat)
Patty Griffin, the writer of all my heart songs.
I’m gonna find me a man, love him so well, love him so strong, love him so slow
We’re gonna go way beyond the walls of this fortress
And we won’t be afraid, we won’t be afraid, and though the darkness may come our way
We won’t be afraid to be alive anymore
And we’ll grow kindness in our hearts for all the strangers among us
Till there are no strangers anymore
Don’t bring me bad news, no bad news
I don’t need none of your bad news today
You can’t have my fear, I’ve got nothing to lose, can’t have my fear
I’m not getting out of here alive anyway
And I don’t need none of these things, I don’t need none of these things
I’ve been handed
And the bird of peace is flying over, she’s flying over and
Coming in for a landing
New Years part 2
One of the things I love about being a teacher is the back to school time because it serves as a second New Years. It is a new beginning, a new year, and holds such potential and hope. So tonight as I set my alarm for the first time in a looong time rather than groan I am going to focus my thoughts on excitement of a fresh, blank page and a new beginning.
Olivers
For as long as I can remember those brass butterflies have been on that wall.
The Revolution Choir
There is a land, and it is full of giants.
But do not lose step and do not be frightened.
Cause is there is a great fire, and it came from the mountains.
We wait in the watchtower just trying to keep it lit.
It cannot be too much longer.
We wake up slow, we come like ghost town.
Our bandages weave into a wedding gown
Oh sleeping city, oh stealer of souls
Do you see us coming?
Oh do you see us coming!
Sometimes, it’s hard to make our voices heard. We’re taught to be polite. To be quiet. But we must be brave. And say what we want to say.