“I found a lost puppy with a heart on his back- my theory is he has so much love to give it wouldn’t all fit inside him.”
∞ 2:16 pm, by calibre,
Let’s think the unthinkable, let’s do the undoable, let’s prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
MY LIFE WOULD SUCK WITHOUT YOU - Glee Cast
Guess this means you’re sorry, you’re standing at my door
Guess this means you take back all you said before
Like how much you wanted anyone but me
Said you’d never come back, but here you are again
‘Cause we belong together now, yeah
Forever united here somehow, yeah
You got a piece of me and honestly
My life would suck without you
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
∞ 11:10 pm, by calibre,
I can choose. I have to choose. I have to make my mind up whom I will take into my arms, to whom I will lose myself, whom I will treat as that vis-a-vis, that face into which I look, which I lovingly touch with my fingering gaze, from whom I accept being who I am as a gift.
The worst thing to call someone is crazy. It’s dismissive. I don’t understand this person, so they’re crazy. That’s bullshit, because people are not crazy. They’re strong people. Maybe their environment is a little sick.
Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument. The artist is not a person endowed with free will who seeks his own ends, but one who allows art to realize its purpose through him.
