Yes, I should be asleep, I know
I cannot seem to will myself
Beneath the sheets of all this snow
Though I perspire, I’ll never tell

They gaze us down through spectacles
So shrouded; how could they not know
Inadequate receptacles
Do they appoint to be their trough

Unknowingly they perforate
What they believe to steadfast hold
Through leakages reverberate
Their confidence; their self-dug shoals

And shall I spare them but a sigh,
These thieves exposed beneath the sun?
Their shifting eyes at once belie:
They do not know what has begun

Yes, I should be asleep, I know
But they amuse me far too much
Beneath the sheets of all their snow
You lie with me, unharmed, untouched

—Liya Meir (Under Their Snow)

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… don’t be surprised if you randomly receive a mixtape from me in the near future (:

… don’t be surprised if you randomly receive a mixtape from me in the near future (:

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To say that there is no evidence for this Creator is like a man going to an art museum and concluding that, though there are thousands of paintings, they couldn’t have been painted because there were no artists visible in the gallery… . The evidence for God is not merely found in some obscure fossil or the untestable hypotheses of a theoretical physicist, but is glaringly present everywhere you turn.

—Rice Broocks, God’s Not Dead

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TD Jakes, “The Potholes”

This was so timely for me. Needed to hear this. Everybody needs to hear this, especially if you’re looking for direction right now :)

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It’s not the load that breaks you down. It’s the way you carry it.

—C.S. Lewis (via ruineshumaines)

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NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY