We are like a religion.
We, the tired ones. We,
the middle of the night ones.
We, the howl at the moon ones.
We, the aching.
Our bodies are like prayers,
like a pair of hands held out,
waiting for the rain
to come and fill them.
We, these burned bridges.
We, these altars.
If God is gone, then we are our own
churches.
We, the abandoned. We,
the holy, arching like
the gates of heaven, finding
forgiveness where we used
to find nothing.
If God is gone, then maybe he
has hidden the light inside of us.
We, the hallelujahs.
We, the amens and the
amends.
We, the dirges.
We, the absolutions.
Caitlyn Siehl
(via facina-oris)
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I know I’m not a conventional beauty. You can read a lot of painful things on the Internet, which criticise you aesthetically - but as far as I’m concerned, that’s not what an actress is.
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Ruta Sepetys, Between Shades of Gray
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Tom Hiddleston by Sarah Dunn
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coloring challenge | create a coloring with only two adjustment layers
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If you hurt my brother there is a 100% chance I will come to your house and kill you.
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“Cell Block Tango (He Had It Coming)” - Chicago movie soundtrack
He had it coming, He had it coming
He took a flower in its prime
And then he used it, and he abused it
It was a murder! But not a crime
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