Letting God know, is how to lay our strivings to rest.
Category: My journey
The echoes of long ago: laughter and beauty. Where have they gone? Faded into oblivion.
Loss of any beautiful thing is a sorrowful and miserable thing.
There is no bridge to the past,
just a wide open gap. A gorge; hungry for time.
You can stand at the edge and stare out, but you can never reach the other bank.
those voices become faraway echoes or taunting whispers, but their faces are too far away to see; their smile is burned in your mind, but you can’t remember all the flecks in their eyes.
…Time is a thief of all beautiful and good things.
Is it?
Where is hope? You feel like all you do is lose these days, eh? I understand that feeling all too well, so I hope I’m able to offer you a little bit of strength today.
All we have left to do is stand, so let us stand.💙
Oh, little martyrs of witness
It’s never-ending. It’s definite and infinite. It’s something you can count on time and time again. Something that sees you in your mess and still loves you.
…
He loves you like that 💙❤
In it and indeed through it ♥❤
“We hold to hoaxes like wonderful, handsome men, and lovers who stay…”
–Loveless (Kanda Land)
Maybe it’s better to forever hope, than to find if the truth is ugly.
Nostalgia is a beautiful beast, isn’t it? 🤕♥💔🖤
Love,… What a beautiful thing to have in such a crumbling world. ❤ 🥺💔
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